What Kills Us
What kills us doesn't make us any stronger, and our work kills us. It devours every part of our body that dances. It murders our eyes that could see colors. It hacks our hands that could write. Work feeds in our adventurous spirit, turning us gray, black, dull and unsophisticated beings. We are humans turning to monsters slaved by our own powerlessness, cursed by limitations.
Every day, every week, every month, every year, it drains Art in us. Turning us in to zombies, moving only to find something to eat, working just to live. But for me, you are an entity that could restore my lost passion. But you can also direct it to other things that's why you are a dangerous creature. Your love may kill me. Eat my heart, but please, never my soul.
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