Nevertheless, one...tries.
I wonder what's wrong.
Sometimes, it is just so difficult to put a broken puppet back together.
It's best never to drop anything so goddamn fucking hard... until what remains is no longer a constant state of being to safely recoil into, but an ever-shifting, deep-seated condition of sadness and confusion that accompanies, and yet swallows you whole.
That's when you start keeping an eye out for anyone, someone, or something that will fill the missing pieces. And you will fight inside to keep the lies moving to a dry rhythm: "1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2...
boom."
Sometimes, it is just so difficult to put a broken puppet back together.
It's best never to drop anything so goddamn fucking hard... until what remains is no longer a constant state of being to safely recoil into, but an ever-shifting, deep-seated condition of sadness and confusion that accompanies, and yet swallows you whole.
That's when you start keeping an eye out for anyone, someone, or something that will fill the missing pieces. And you will fight inside to keep the lies moving to a dry rhythm: "1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2...
boom."
