🌐𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃- 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

The room is yellow, and the outside world is growing into a rich deep blue. Wooden frames have rotted and pulled away from their seams from around the mirror- does the trim not like the mirror sometimes too? While understandable- I wish it were a more easier thing to repair had it not given into such emotion- saturated from the environment, I suppose it had been raining quite a bit lately, April must've come terribly late- true April wasn't spring at all but rather an extension of winter, but it isn't really winter anymore either. I don't remember the last time it snowed significantly all winter, maybe six or something years ago the blizzards were rampant and now snow days are becoming something more of a myth of the past. I shouldn't, but I enjoy lying in the snow and resting when it feels everything is too much. I don't think anyone would find me or pay mind if something were to go awry, I simply have to trust myself to wake up before succumbing to the chill. Terrible choice honestly, I really shouldn't do it, but intentional wrongdoing isn't something the world isn't familiar with. It isn't the best way for people to get attention or some kind of self-assurance, but destruction is universal on all levels of existence.

Why do our bodies destroy themselves and hurt?
To let us know something is wrong.
Why do we have teeth?
To process other life for our benefit.
Why do we hurt others?
To warn others that we don't want to be hurt again.

I know myself to be a selfish being at times, and there were times I would spite myself for it. I know I have hurt others and pushed others away and I would spite myself for it. But ultimately it is unavoidable. Destruction is a part of us, but to not let it define us is an individual effort. Have I done enough to compensate for being human?

-Sentient