Everything goes back to you. Like every thing was made, light, weather, nail polish...
I look down at my royal blue nail polish on my feet. The day I did them was the last day I saw you. What the fuck, says my friend, nail polish remove that shit up. I haven't yet and some months have passed.
But I have told myself, that on that day, in which the nail polish left, on that hour, I would pick you up and out of my mind, and I sail away from you.
In this time of nail polish world clock, I have pined for you, obsessed, looked into the stars, into the heavens, searched your name a million times and tried and failed to find you in my life. You became an ideal, one that not even yourself could reach. But when I couldn't trust, or love, or feel vulnerable, I went to you. You were a shield that now does not serve me.
What will I do now? I only have 2mm left.