Clothes and people

Who has never felt like second in everything?
The last in line, in life (...)
It's as if nothing could ever fit us well: clothes and people.
Sometimes, I just wish I had the chance to find out who I've become without all those tragedies,
So I could unpack my immense existence and wear it like wings—ready to take off.

For now, I continue to drag the half-me wherever I go.
I lift my head, nod, wave; can barely breathe.
I hold my cracks together, tight as seams, so the world believes I am still whole.

I have never been.

@rha.mine