Of You.

I love to express myself on paper.
Today these notebooks only remind me that

There's nothing to sing

nothing to shout from the rooftops

It's all gloss and glitter.

We jump at the slightest pricks of life.
What vulnerability.

We break under pressure.
What fragility.

We wash our dirty hands
and get them dirty again.

Some give up washing.
Some chop'em off.

Some just keep on washing -
because they know
everyday

they will become more and more
like him.

'...that you're just a vessel and

let the power of excellence
that is in you
not be of you

but of him.'


*