Scraps and Fragments

Contained here are scraps and fragments of writings that don't really go anywhere and are unfinished, likely on purpose. Like the rest of the site, updated whenever the hell I feel like.

Fragment 1

I'm taking tiny steps in the prints of giants. Don't look like much, but it's everything at least from my perspective.

I ride to work at sunrise and return by sunset. What goes on in between don't matter to me. It's just part of life's rhythm.

I can tell you why I move but I can't tell you how. The fire in my soul isn't burning now, but it glows. I make sure that it glows.

So now I keep on keeping on. I just don't see any other way, but to keep on keeping on. How else will I survive the day?

I'm repeating every formula so that it makes sense. A task so repetitious, but what can I do? It's the same thing I'd do elsewhere.

Time's a precious drop that's extracted from me. There's only so much, then soon I am drained, like the folks who came before.

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cocoondominium

These walls around me form a shell to protect my helpless sludge from all the vicious people who'd hate what I'll become.

The butterfly they wanted was never to be born, and until I grow elytra in here I weather the storm.

When I emerge I'll be reviled. They'll call it a mistake, but these horns were made for lifting and I am no devil's child.

One day maybe I'll see the sun and drink the sap of life, but still right now my shell's too soft so in here I'll have my fun.

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