Hold Onto Yourself by the Sleeves, I Think Everything Counts a Little More than We Think.

I've got little poked holes in my fingertips, the result of nothing more than nervous habit; my fingers fumble with and occasionally through the backs of my earrings. Three times in two days, I've stuck myself. Now when I reach out to touch, there's pain. My connection to the tangible world is flawed.

Usually I try not to look for symbolism, irony, et cetera, in my own life but I've been short on sleep and if I'm too tired to be mindful, I forget.