Live with me

 There is some strange sadness kind of fulfilling. Is it okay to be brimming with it..how do I not let it be safe under my skin ....i feel like i am leaving something behind when i don't layer it on me ....i wonder what it means to be yourself ....are we supposed to forget them when we want to be ourselves...but i don't know what i am ..who am I supposed to be ...when i take it out of me...will it be eternally this way ..i hope it doesn't because one i day i will like to feel my skin as mine ...just mine...i will like to sit in the sun till i am golden ...untill my skin is crusty and shed off with my own touch .....will it be salvation or tragedy ....i don't even want to term it ...it takes a lot of space already in me ..i can't let it in at least words ...so stay with me ...you make me whole ...i ll sit it in the rain so you are deep into me ...i know you ll not leave me ..and i ll dress elegantly and keep you safe.