I can see life under my arms. A part where yours and hers is unlike any other. Some similar to the image of Charlie Brown. Others, close to Rapunzel.
It's that one part which is almost always hidden. Not everyone wants it exposed. A metaphor for Life. Not everyone wants to flaunt it. We all hide our dirty little secrets and cover them up with something, keeping it free from grapevines whatsoever. Just as how we didn't have the shrubs back when we were still younger with uncluttered police record.
However you like to keep the bush off your property, the wilderness returns. Like how we do unwanted files in life. Most of the time, those uninvited are the hardest ones to shove away. Some hide under the skin, as in ingrown hairs, giving us a harder time to pull them off. Some have theirs wet, some flaky and dry. With factors generating from hygiene and genetics-- environmental and hereditary!
I'd like to think that life could be as easy as managing my underarms. If i don't like you, i would just have to keep my armpits unwashed so you would have the own initiative to keep a distance of 50feet away from me. Hehe! Otherwise, I would keep it smelling like Jasmines and Lemons. If people genuinely like me, they would stay and let me know how it sucks to be near my underarms.
Oh-kay. Not a very good idea. HAHA! But then again... do you see my point? ;)
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