Broken Dishes

I have this habit

To break

And to break things, in the process

Perhaps 'reflex' is a better word for it

Maybe even 'impulse'

Like the other day 

When I dropped my favourite mug

By accident, of course

But I could swear

These things only happens

When I'm at my worst

Out of control

As if when everything is breaking

Falling apart

The only way to complete the cycle

Would be to shutter my mug

You said it's all perfrctly normal

As i was sitting on the floor and wondering

Why would that be a comforting thing to say

And as it was falling to the floor

I followed it's every movement

Like it was all happening in slo-mo

Yeah was looking

Feeling nothing but shocked

And this paralyzing sensation

Of coming to terms with my own flaws

The longest moments in life

I'd say

Are experienced as we watch something fall

They are so long they create an illusion

That maybe we could stop the fall

But even the longest moment

Is nothing but a moment

And it seems

That right when you finally make up your mind

To make it all stop

To fix everything

Your favourite mug reaches the floor

And breaks into tiny pieces

You see, even the longest moment

Is nothing but a moment

And even though it feels, 

For a sliver of a second

That you could have done something 

To save your cherished mug

you really shouldn't have.

Some thungs are just made to be broken