Dimming the light so I can adjust to something softer than what I’m used to
Watching the sun slowly hide behind the trees like the fire slowly burning
Nesting my head on a near by chest of bark and wondering where things started coming to a blistering end
Cold and chill, seeking thrill
And the hill
Slowly becomes steeper like the hump in my spine
Jellyfish swimming and stabbing me, jabbing me with every jolt I had ever hurt someone else with
Where am I even going?
Am I someone or even somewhere?
I love too much, but I hate just as equally
And here I am, judging the lack of backbone that a growing plant has
And here I am, breaking glass before it’s fully molded
All I was doing was borrowing other peoples fate
All I was doing was stealing other peoples strength because I needed a head start
All I knew was that I didn’t know where to begin and using someone else as motivation seemed the easy way out