Peeling the layers

In the process of peeling your layers

To discover who you are

You may change

And have newer layers to peel.

Maybe you will never be able

to peel your way into truly knowing who you are.

But maybe, just maybe

It was always about the process of peeling

Rather than finding what is underneath.

Monotony

I pulled at my string of monotony
Till you came along with your sharp wit
And cut it into two pieces
That spun around each other
In a cacophonous cocoon of chaos
Settling into interwoven knots
Of whatever is the opposite of
Monotony.