organic.

why change something if it doesn't need to be fixed?

i'm stuck in an ever-changing cycle of mediocracy and mundanity

of what is now and what can be

and whether or not it's worth it.

i'm no longer editing

just thinking

and letting it come

organic.

is it possible to be completely organic in a world that thrives upon mechanics?

i am in no rush

to live the life that i'm meant to live

but i have no direction.

i want everything

and so i do everything

spreading myself out thinly

like an exploding oak, my arms cancerous as they spread wider and wider.

it engulfs and consumes

until i am all alone

in a web that was only designed

so that i could touch others.