Can I drop everything that shrouds me so protectively? Can I shed my facades just like the layers of an onion? Will every layer dropped sting your eyes and make you cry like the onion? Will you be happy to see me through your tears? Will it make you comfortable to see withen me? Im tired. I need to break away from everything so familiar and binding and yet so destructive. But what would all this do to you? Will you be alright? Or will I have to run after you and reassure you that everythings ok. That Im still me and will always be. Why should I be the one to do that? Can you not accept me with a blind fate? Like me. All I can do is wonder and smirk.
(Ok, why an onion? Maybe because I was making some maggi with onions for breakfast.)