I am just a porcelain individual, who lives and breathes, just like you.
When did you learn to draw distinctions, between our intentions?
Were you not raised, too? Have you not, ever, been called a fool?
At least once, maybe twice?
Growing up did you not, also, question the same sky?
The same sky I woke to this morning, and thanked for the blessing of living and breathing?
Breathing, is that not something else you, too, think is scarce? When did you become so fierce?
Was it after you spent your first tears? Was it after you tasted the bitterness of your fears?
Was it after you lost your first tooth and realized the truth?
That just like all things, like your teeth, no matter how clean and pristine,
they are meant to leave your body, like your soul.
Do you, too, carry a gaping hole?
Is your heart burdened also by The Furnace, called Earth?
Do you and I, share the same curse?
Knowing, that on this planet, there is nothing you can do
to circumvent the fact,
that we are the worst?
When was it that you realized your own complexity?
Was this when you figured you were better than me?
Neglecting my complexity? Figuring that I do not have potential.
Securing your security. You do not envy me- I am sure.
You envy my envy. At least, I am feeling;
I am feeling envy for the unity of the whole,
and I am tired
of the same old, cold, rubber souls bouncing back and forth,
without purpose.
Not realizing the sincerity,
the intricacy,
in prose.