Covering Up
He runs around trying to cover up his nakedness with clothes snatched and pilfered from others. Nakedness brought upon by those who wanted him to wear clothes in the first place, but couldn't reconcile themselves with the sartorial choices he proposed. He then decides the clothes aren't good enough for him. Discards them, not completely though, 'cos he has fallen in love with them, but hangs them in his wardrobe where he knows he can see them and rub his hands over their textured surfaces whenever he wants to. He takes care of them he loves seeing them and reminiscing of the days gone by in the warm caresses of the fabrics. He loves to wear the old ones, but cant resist the pull of the new ones, who offer him a escape from the suffocations of his present. A day comes when the clothes find new masters, the old ones are the first to go, having decided that mere hanging around in his wardrobe won't help them much. The grief unsettles him, he knew he should have let them