29 May 2012
To look upon such a simple thing, as it sits there so still & so smooth, calming, not disturbing anyone.
Everyone wants a piece just to claim that its there’s, but eventually greed will take control & you will desire more, until that once simple thing becomes jagged & rough, almost distasteful but you still disturb it, you cant leave it be. Slowly you are destroying this once beautiful thing, but you cant help yourself until its all consumed.
Now there is none left & you question why, it is permanently scared & no longer can it heal. You can no longer look upon this simple thing, as it can no longer sit there, as it soon will no longer exist.
Simple Thing • Opuss № I