Knowing that you have a jar is scary.
Everyone else has one though.
They get on with their lives just fine.
Everyone else's jars are full of things like
Ripped pages,
Stars,
Hearts,
And shattered glass.Knowing that your jar's opening is too small for anything to fit in it is scary.
Everyone else has big jars with big openings.
It makes it easier for them to put things in.Knowing that you are the only one with bones small enough that are able to fit inside the jar, was scary.
But over time, you've learned that others don't care how big your jar is.
It only matters what you put in it.
But still, no one wants to put their hearts or stars or shattered glass, or ripped pages, in your jar.But that's ok.
Over time you have made friends.
Others call them demons,
but they're the ones that put their stuff in your jar.
At first the thought of befriending a demon was scary.
Knowing that they can be destructive was scary.
But they're the only ones that put their stuff in your jar.Knowing that the small hands of the demons could attack your brain at any moment was scary.
But they're the only ones who put their stuff in your jar.
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Lonely Whales
PuisiJust some poems I wrote in my spare time:) My poems are mostly free form sooo yea