Något jag skrev:
How fragile are things, that can shatter at any moment and disperse as into nothing.
How they keep us prisoners to emotions.
Demanding euphoric feelings as a permanent state of our mind.
But in a turn of a second can implode and dissolve our sense of worth.
A worthless shell of what once was is everything that remains.
And as we strive to experience that feeling again we sink deeper into self contempt, until we are so numb we forgot how it inherently felt to feel good.