if ones value was determined by their self worth;
i wouldn't be an insignificant crack on the cool moist pavement that you walk on your daily commute.
i would be a crevice of the guitar strings you use to orchestrate beautiful melodies.
i would be a single leaf on the tallest tree in your jungle
I would be a piece of thread bound into the sheets on which you dream.
if ones value was determined by their self worth i would be nothing.
not even a ripple in the tsunami of your existence
how am i to expect to amount to anything if i can't even come to terms with the skin that surrounds me.
all I've ever done is try to escapt this skin.
this insignificant reality I've been faced with.
every part of me is laced into you...
thats what it comes down to.
if it weren't for the pavement, there would be no where for the crack to lay.
if it weren't for the guitar, what would be there to stretch the wire string wide against its body.
if it weren't for the trees, there would be nothing to give the leaves life; just a lifeless piece of matter on the earth floor.
if there was no bed, what purpose do these sheets hold.
its a metaphor
its the same as you and i.
I have found myself wound into ever facet of your existence.
without you who am i?