Hitomi-chama

a few excessive kilograms adorn my body, stubborn in their departure: like an uninvited guest too dense to perceive the subtle hints i leave on my skin; not feeling as blessed as i could have been if i were thin. if i am too much then why do i feel like i am not enough for the starved society that eats away at my insides & feeds me empty, palatable lies, (a fabricated portrayal of reality's demise) leaving me wishing that each bittersweet tear i cry is enough to rid my body, my healthy home, of excess salt all through my eyes; not realising that the number beneath my feet does little to measure each person who feeds off of my kindness, my

       Skye was in his almost completely dark bedroom, the only light coming from the open bathroom door. He could hear gentle splashes coming from the tub as he searched through his drawers for his pajamas. Once he found them, he placed them on his bed and decided to check on the merman just in case he had decided to randomly vanish into thin air. As he entered, Cyan smiled happily at him. He looked comfortable, as if he were laying in a bed. "Guess I won't be taking a bath before bed tonight..." Skye mumbled to himself, but Cyan still heard him. "You can still take a bath. I feel bad for barging into y