There’s a point where I’m well aware.
Stuck in the process of love and growth.
The feeling is empty except for one brush.
I’m hoping to get past all this in just a touch.
Why is this fair? How is this just?
Most of all; when did I turn into mush?
We all can’t win and we all can’t lose.
Bruised egos and weighted shoulders.
Some day we’ll chalk this up to innocence.
-Shutter Vandal; Creative writing gets the juices flowing.
