Sunday, 10 November 2013

Not The Type

"Woman, you were born to build."
Well I am tired, of taking your advice, of deciding how exactly it is I am supposed to piece this 5000 piece puzzle without any semblance of a guide. I cannot tell if this is a ship, or a jungle or just a white room. And I find myself breaking the glass walls I think I keep building and admiring the raspberries that drip down my hands, take a step back then continue to forge some kind of barricade with melting plastic. I'm still not doing it right, you say. Maybe this is all a cheap thrill for you, a box of odd ends and corners you couldn't fit into your masterpiece.