“what happened you were just so strong” I asked.
It began to cry, how could I ever stare at my own self with such shame
“You label yourself as if you were a new piece of furniture in need of putting together, but at least a couch is comfortable with itself, you only love your cushions when someone else is sitting on them”.
“What good is a couch that no one wants to sit on?”
Somehow I am always so confident with my reasoning.
My spirit never understood how I could be so detached.
“Always asking questions only to get answers you’ll rewrite, I can’t help you unless you allow me to exist”