A Tale of Destruction: Prologue

It seems when the world has shrunk to a tiny fragment of what it used to be,

maybe in the shape of a human body, there is a greater urge to destroy it. 

My world has shrunk to the shape of my body and I so want to destroy it. 

I have done it once, and almost succeeded. 

Everyday I walked around in a shell always one size too small for my soul

until one day even the shell began to wither out of fatigue. I refused to eat or sleep,

and whenever I did, those moments were wracked by guilt. 

But here I am, still whole. I suppose I owe the universe an apology for that. 

I am not seeking for attention nor sympathy. I need neither,

and I’d be so much happier if left alone to my own senses.

Being alone grants me the power to not be judged; to let everything flow

and waste away and not let anyone say that I’m “wrong". 

Because whatever I do, I don’t really mind if I am or I am not.

Somehow, I just want people to know that I am going to try again.

And this time, who knows if I may succeed. 

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