Dear Allegory

So my fine art project is something i am really really feeling right now.

I feel like its my baby.
its all about my dream to find new skin...
you can look back on "Acquiring a new jacket" pt 1 and 2
so the end of the dream was majorly affected by recent events in my life;
leaving me disappointed that it didn't have an ending i was expecting my
mind to come up with. but I've always been really bad with finishing things,
or "ends" of things, so it seems appropriate and completely me.

Also, i want to keep completely true to my dream.

I had the "end" of my dream last night.

it went something like this:

Pt 3

She was a lonely figure,
walking in a mass of trees,
the black ground below her.
She was intent on searching and looking,
but she was also sad.

She was alone, completely alone.
The wind was cold,
and her muscles began to operate less smoothly.
she was stuck.

she stood looking around,
when from the sky she heard a great noise.
Upon looking up, she saw her skin hanging from a branch,
just out of reach.

She kept reaching, but she couldn't grab it,
A forbidden fruit she'd have to work to get.

She climbed the trunk,
reached out on the limb
and knocked her skin off and to the ground.

On the forest floor, she grabbed the skin.
upon looking at it, it was beautiful,
warm and she couldn't wait to get inside it.

She began to slip her legs inside the skin coat.
It began to feel tight, and in one area it ripped.
Frantic, she began trying to shove herself inside it
trying to make it fit her.

It wouldn't go on.
It didn't fit.

It looked so beautiful,
the colors and tones were right,
but she couldn't fit, even the warmth escaped her.

A lump on the floor of the forest,
tears streamed from her eyes,
she was not right for this skin.
she did not fit it.
she was cold, she wanted to be warm.
she wanted to return to her old self,
she wanted to find her skin.
she wanted to be strong.
but this time she just cried, and cried hard.

Her new skin wasn't ready for her,
she couldn't have that new skin until she changed.

maybe she didn't need skin at all?
She laid on the forest floor.
a familiar friend came by her side,
he motioned for her to look at his skin.
She had remembered, she had fixed his skin long ago, in another dream

He grabbed dark earth from the ground around her and began to dig deep around her and cover her, until the dirt covered her completely.
She became a part of the earth, she found her new place in the earth.
It wasn't very comfortable.
It was awkward; but she was stuck.
stuck to this new place.