|Picture Rainbow Warrior kindly provided by h.koppdelaney|
you may try to break me, the world may try to break me, I may try to break myself,
but what if there was nothing to break in the first place?
but only the illusion of being broken itself?
what if the illusion was so real that it robbed me of the chance of truly being happy in the moment?
in the depths of my being, a tiny voice warns of this falsehood,
yes I can only be broken, if I choose to be broken, but I choose not...