how liberating it must to feel to be destroyed,

like one star in a cosmos of the macrocosm that is our universe

to be completely gone and erased,

in a way that’s permanent. we often say,

in the least banal way,

“destroy what destroys you.”

because we feel as if an air of submissiveness, an indispensable notion,

keeps us from becoming. but if we fall to our own destruction,

then where do we really end up - perhaps, where we started?

cycles

are inevitable.