days like this

are meant to exfoliate.

 

The dead skin, the unnecessary.

Refresh renew.

 

Lose the weight of the unwanted, the foreign, the fake.

 

Turn away from the unreal, the liars and their wake of stifled dreams.

 

Let the heavy load of someone else's burdens, baggage and self imposed importance, however masked,

turn in to sand.

 

Wash away the lies and the double sided personalities.

 

Scrub the indifference until what is real, lay bare.

 

Live in the moment, not in the wrong container for soup.

Done