Dissolution

More self indulgent, me-centered expressive stuff for the time being.

The world is full of soft shapes, colliding and blending ameoba-like, colors pooling out and fleeing back to glowing firefly points  at the whims of some vaguely chaotic common soul.  

I am hard, like a rigid square with diamond-strong walls around which the formless beauty breaks and flows, heedless and unconcerned.  I cling to the unyielding barriers that allow me to remain me, desperate to keep the misery within them mine.