❝The critical thinker escapes in a fit of creativity and enthusiasm. The lowly aspects sink further down, achieving no such progress. They prefer to stay inside and shun themselves as punishment for their failures, as punishment for their simple selves who couldn't live up to the harsh expectations. They glare at the face of success and scowl indifferently, scowling in fear and disdain. They don't wish to be seen, though they want to be acknowledged. They want to force their burden on others tenfold and mercilessly. There are only few moments where they're not collapsing like stardust. There are even fewer moments where they are not destroying their host.❞
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
12:33 A.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poetry{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
