So maybe, we are glow sticks,
that need to break to glow.
So maybe, we are caterpillars
who digest themselves during metamorphosis,
to transform into a butterfly.
So maybe, we are stars
that need to collapse
in order to shine brightly.
So maybe, we need to breakdown,
to pick up the pieces and cast ourselves
as someone different.
So maybe, we need to shed
to become a better version.
So maybe, all this
crumbling
breaking
collapsing
was never a destruction
but a birth to something beautiful.
