Bones

February 3, 2022

Bones signify strength.

A strength that not many have been able to experience.

As you grow

As you mature

As your mind is shaped by your environments

As your mind; soft like clay

Molded and boldened by every touch

By every person, you interact with

Day by day

You grow.

And so do your bones.

You’ll find that you don’t shake or quiver as much

You’ll find yourself standing taller.

Like a tree with graceful branches laying out on another.

Supporting.

Holding.

And growing together.

We are just a tree of bones.

Bones that will bash together

Mash together

And mush to create a human.

I kinda wonder what Prometheus was thinking when he created humans.

Took some bones

Took some clay

And just

Created.

To create something so complex and so comprehensible must haven’t been an easy feat.

Hell if I know what went on in his mind.

As he layered so many pieces

So many little pivots and dips

Centered around bones

Our bones

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