destructive, naturally
i miss a time when creating still felt natural.
when life gave me lemons, i would make lemonade.
now i throw the lemons at windows, because i’m too lazy to open them.
you know whats quite inconvenient?
that its so easy to make scars. that i have such power over pain.
but can i heal them?
a single moment, a swift movement - and there it is.
broken.
i can sew, stitches can hold broken flesh.
i can have cardboard windows.
i can slave away.. and for what?
for something that only imitates the wholeness.
a mocking reminder of what was but can never again be.
its so easy to spit out words.. but can i swallow them?
with such ease do i destroy any progress. years of effort can be undone in a day.
when destruction comes so naturally.
it all becomes quite inconvenient
