I am but a string in the moonlight.
You could barely notice me.
And when you do, what do you think?
What does one think when they see a thin string?
Could it be to a trap?
Could it be seen as symbolic?
Could it be pretty?
Or are you only concerned with messing with it?
Fidgeting with it.
Playing with it.
Seeing how easy it is to break into two.
You don't care why the string is there do you?
If it means anything to anyone,
If it belongs to someone or something,
If it activates anything.
No, no, no.
You don't care.
All you care about is your own curiosity,
Your own entertainment.
So what are going to do?
If that random thin string you just so barely caught in the moonlight, breaks?
Explodes?
What will you do then, when faced with the actions of your own consequences?
Oh I know what you'd do.
Maybe you'd take responsibility for your actions?
No, unlikely.
Maybe you'd learn from your mistake?
No, unlikely.
You'd lie.
Play victim.
Throw on a facade.
Because nothing is ever your fault.
The damage you do you to others has no effect to you.
And all the strings you will continue to break over and over, is only for your own personal amusement.
Why?
Is it for your ego?
To make up for who you used to be?
How you were raised maybe?
I don't know, but I hope that one day you break a string that was broken before,
One that was fixed so perfectly that it looks brand-new.
One that's strong, thick, even more secluded.
And when you start playing with it
You'll become the string.
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Flower Poetry
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