I wear it on me like skin, covering every part of me and holding me in this shape. Haunted by magenta flowers and fronds that line the edges, reaching far up into the stars. Shifting and changing but somehow still always the same. Speckled sidewalks littered with dirt and filth, yet gleaming with magic underneath and underfoot, that magic vibrating through you with each step, around every corner, and up every street. Endless sparkles in every direction, as far as the eye can see. This skin that binds me, that makes everything within me ache, in which I cannot ever escape. If I close my eyes I am there, always. Always. Always. It's the only place I truly want to be.
