upon a time, this friend told me if I keep d e g r a d i n g myself I'll come to believe it and I believed him and I believed it already, so it wasn't shocking or anything , but
I was already doubting a lot of other things at the time, so I decided one more couldn't hurt.
I am but a word on a background. I am the stone smoldering in the ocean, giving away every part of me that is touched. I am the open book with the old pitiful spine. I am the dusty remains of something great. I am but one nerve-ending, firing off along these lines, catching fire to the page. I am the knot that holds. I am the words that let go. I am the ragged welcome mat of a mediocre cabin. I am the pine tree that blocks the view. I am but one and yet around every corner. I am the serpent that speaks to your apple, whispering you away from the path. I am the soft breeze that leaves branches wanting. I am the bird whose song spells LOVE. I am the problem. I am the solution. I am of great division.