I feel as small as can be on this giant mass of rotating disaster and that both excites me and terrifies me to the point of disappearance, 
separation from all that is capable of judgement
How messy things are, and how under appreciated destruction is
All these bad people and good intentions
I’m going to chop myself down like a sickened tree
And plant my roots in soil somewhere surrounded by hardened hearts
Focusing on nothing but trying to soften
When did we learn to be so damn bitter