wtf is me

i never have the problem of not being able to write something

does that take away from anything i say cause i can say it?

with no issue

with my chest out

do i ever contradict myself

not likely when all i write about is contradictions

and the thing that links them

woven in fire

conceived in moisturized environments

whatever the fuck that means

my thoughts aren’t mine cause like wtf is me you know

imagine being so little that you’re a labeled jar

your attempts at preserving keep you from liberation