Spiritually speaking,
though a hole can be dug for thee,
the only one who can force you into it
is you.
Once therein,
only you can climb back out.

No assistance
will do the work for thee.
Though much of it may help,
if only you'd remember
how to make yourself climb.

The
       Flower
                    Blooms
                                  Before
                                                It
                                                     Dies.
                                             *The
                                     Tear
                            Falls
                Before
           It
Dries.

We live in a world filled with disposable things
made to be used once, but seldom more than twice
with little or no attachment, we consume mindlessly
single-serving coffee or single serving relationships, it's all the same

We've learned to measure value in terms of convenience

Instant gratification comes with a price, but one we gladly pay
disposing of the evidence neatly and quietly, the carcasses
monuments to a purpose well served; vacant hearts never filled
material things only heal wounds superficially, but

nothing lasts forever, right?
*Our soulless smile, just another by-product of living a disposable life