I watch everything I caress turn to rust. I try and begin with the brightest memories. The sisters of stars. The daughters of brilliance.
I whisper my adoration to foundations of happiness. I watch everything melt under my ministrations of good intentions. Like metal knick-knacks pulled from a fire, bent and twisted.
Why do I erode everything I treasure?
I try and grasp gently, but it only accelerates the decay of dissatisfaction. I see the origins of malignancy but can't find a cure. It's some sick, reverse Midas Touch. I warp everything from gold into lead.
I scour and scrub my thoughts with the breaths of a thousand memories. No matter how pristine the idea though, it always ends encrusted with muck. I smell the bitterness of almonds if I stare at it too long. Too deeply.
Why do I do this? To myself?
To everyone?
11:29 p.m. - 2014-06-04
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