limits aren’t visible markers we can avoid
until we can trace the path across our hearts with our eyes closed
we repeat patterns and mutate to conform
reaching for nutrients that aren’t there
seeking wholeness in others
but finding empty holes to be filled instead
we insert chaos in our hearts
and forget how flexible we are
adaptation is our specialty
realizing too late, we’ve morphed into something monstrous
the familiar becomes alien
reflect and find your boundaries
