On the Spineless

Attempt. I try to surround myself with people zealous about improvement – in themselves, in society, in others. I’ve struggled with perfectionist tendencies throughout my life, for good and bad. Being a perfectionist has led to obsessive and controlling behavior with my own actions, reactions, and thoughts. I have found true contentment a very difficult feat. The more I’ve evolved, the more I’ve worked on turning my perfectionist tendencies around – learning to be okay with mediocrity, living in my thoughts without trying to accelerate them, yet challenging myself in daily life. Through the selfish act of introspection found in yoga, story and poetry writing, and music composition, I have felt gratified to see the change in myself and the positive effect on others I can have.

Barrier. Something that directly counters this growth is the overwhelming amount of black mold spreading from those around me. They just want to exist, the just want to hate those with convictions about the world in which we live, they just want to smudge the colorful explosion of reaction. I try to focus on these people’s positive qualities, but sometimes, they have an inescapable and gooey film that constantly surrounds them. If I or anyone else touches it, the disintegration begins: warped features, rank and poisoned breath, the usurpation of the skeleton, leaving only a floating mass of mold spores taking shape.

Capture. Humanity basks in the iridescent and illusive claim on knowledge made known by thunderous and iron voices. The lack of one's foundation makes no difference at all; the reality of softness beneath the seen armor does not matter. On the contrary, the appearance of strength sucks in humanity, and once inside, there's very often no escape. Once inside, humanity melts into the goo just like the skeleton that was maybe there before.