This is my skin. This is not your skin, yet you are still under it.

you weren't mine to begin with.

That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.

Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

I love you more than my own skin.

If you are reading this... I'm dead so far probably or still alive who knows?
It's bad day in bad time, I can tell this for sure!