personal anarchy

there is nothing wrong with a little relaxation
the stickers, the paints, the words
the blocks we use to build our world.
there is something wrong with a little retaliation
the bricks, the shovels, the fists
the hate we use to destroy our world.

two views:
one of destruction, one of falling, one of emancipation via the end.
one of growth, one of renewal, one of flowing forward on a stream of progress.

there is nothing wrong with worshipping
the intent
the expended times
the use of this screen to build relationships
or to convince those needing convincing of their useless bickering and lack of accomplishment

there is nothing wrong with spelling errors
or margins that remain unaligned
or a few crumbs lying on the range
not even faulty pronunciation of a second language

but dwelling on unnecessary moments of doubt
such as
how big
how queer
how stressed
how pretty
how rare
how unkempt
how raw
how agnostic
how vicious
how judgmental
how sorry
how unsure of our futures
we all are
breaks us down into a state of
personal anarchy.