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rhyme that! What should I choose then? There are just many colors to pick from what I have seen. However, I am not sure what would best fit me. Should I go with orange? Purple? White? Black? Brown? What if I'll combine them all? I guess it would be worthwhile. It would make me feel worthy and memorable. So now I'm organizing the materials I will use. While I am sewing, I guess I can share with you some facts about me. I seldom do this unless to avoid boredom. Do not worry because this won't take long as I am already used to doing this. Besides sewing, I am deeply into the arts, specifically in singing, dancing, and creative writing. Ohh, mind you, I have already done my left leg skin with this mix of brown and green fabrics. I told you I am fast. Going back, where did I stop? Ahh, yes, my passions. Currently, I am hooked with this song I heard once. The lyrics are composed of "I don't know," "I see," "secret," "pretend," and "reflection." Those were the only words I was able to grasp. Although I can hum it distinctly, you surely cannot know it by just the "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," right? It is such a great song that captured my whole skeletal system. Ohh! I think I indulge too much in talking that I have realized that I am half-finished. My hands are a combination of orange, blue, and yellow, added with a hint of black. My body is in red with a touch of some gold and white. For my skull, I will do a purple and gray. I can already feel the warmth and acceptance in just a few more sewing and embellishments for my facial features. And into the hoop and loop, tie, and cut. Alas! I made my masterpiece! The wait is over, people. I am a skeleton in the closet. Now that I am opening these doors, will you accept me? In a blink of an eye, the doors were open wide. Covered in thick, colorful, and self-made skin, she stepped out. "Who are you?" it was a resounding question that welcomed her. “Why are you all... skeletons?”
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