the truth, pickled.

take solace in not enough
it is a place where we can all sit
so let's share it
because we all carry it around
like a regretful scarf: warm, fuzzy and overwhelming

you see a piece of beauty in the mirror
and it fits your shoulders well
but you wear it as a pair of pants
forgot you had shoulders
and I see you perfectly
but you don't wear perfect
you find it effervescent
and incomprehensible
you miss the best parts
stored in incredirelish