March 19, 2010
By , Gibsonton, FL
Nudity cloaks my emotions, hides them like the sun does the moon in a lunar eclipse- only the obvious shadowing through.
Transparency becomes my flesh, even to myself. I know no former personality; not even a remnant.

Ashes form in the place of my memory. My thought, feelings, and sense of touch have been cremated. Never to be touched again. In an instant, my entire being is no more.
Walking in a world vivid and bright, except for an occasional bump in a hallway, no one knows I exist. I am living in Semi-Nudity.

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