Chipped Paint

i love chipped paint. it's so captivating. all the layers of hideous colors that someone once thought was pretty. it's almost like cloud watching, making the shapes into something more. i always want to reach out and peel away some layers, but that would ruin it wouldn't it? so i just let it be. i don't change it, just let it go, able to be on it's own. maybe it will fall off from bumped furniture, or a head will smack against it and disrupt it. maybe from harsh force, or brutal passion. maybe one day i will chip the paint myself. I probably won't even know it, and that's beautiful.