I'm Here to Feel Mine, You Yours
I accept that life still wants to continue. I also accept that's how low a point I face life from. I forgive myself for not trying anymore. I allow myself to be insufficient, incompetent, inconvenient, drab. My bigger aim is to eventually stop comparing and not see myself in these negative lights. I am but a life contained in this body that I choose not to neglect and therefore likely will continue for a while longer.
no one can help. I don't know how to help myself either. I keep trying. I fail one way, so I try another. I keep going. I have poor memory, though, so I'm back to trying ways I've already failed. I cut off some of the leaves from my pot plant. the leaves were big and healthy-looking aside from having been irreversibly fashioned with bug stains and sun burns. I made them retire so that the other, younger leaves can flourish better. I put the leaves in a vase, expecting them to wither soon enough. it's been three weeks now; all i do is change the water every now and then, and they are as good as they were when they were chopped off. i am those leaves - purposeless, yet i'm not allowed to perish. this was a drawing i did another time. i didn't know then, but now i see that maybe this underlying sentiment was why i chose to draw it.
I'm Here to Feel Mine, You Yours
I accept that life still wants to continue. I also accept that's how low a point I face life from. I forgive myself for not trying anymore. I allow myself to be insufficient, incompetent, inconvenient, drab. My bigger aim is to eventually stop comparing and not see myself in these negative lights. I am but a life contained in this body that I choose not to neglect and therefore likely will continue for a while longer.
no one can help. I don't know how to help myself either. I keep trying. I fail one way, so I try another. I keep going. I have poor memory, though, so I'm back to trying ways I've already failed. I cut off some of the leaves from my pot plant. the leaves were big and healthy-looking aside from having been irreversibly fashioned with bug stains and sun burns. I made them retire so that the other, younger leaves can flourish better. I put the leaves in a vase, expecting them to wither soon enough. it's been three weeks now; all i do is change the water every now and then, and they are as good as they were when they were chopped off. i am those leaves - purposeless, yet i'm not allowed to perish. this was a drawing i did another time. i didn't know then, but now i see that maybe this underlying sentiment was why i chose to draw it.