life
we're so delicate, yet capable of inflicting damage on ourselves with even the smallest spark. it the blast we want to see yet the fire we fear since they speak to our nature that we are what we created and what we destroy it us who cause the most harm and help we are knotted in the line between right and wrong but we fear we don't believe we know or
understand what we are and yet we choose to keep lies that say we comprehend and acknowledge what we not then what
, we are the line
between creation and destruction can be blurry, that we're responsible for the chaos we unleash, even if it's unintentional. It makes me wonder what it means to truly understand ourselves, and whether it's even possible with all the contradictions within to find ourselves.
Z