Denial is a vase, the potter spins the lies
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Denial is a vase, the potter spins the lies
Each time that vase falls.... cracks appear.
And the potter picks it up, crawls inside, quickly trying to make repairs.
Spinning lies to get those around him to back off.
Carefully re-crafting something attractive enough to give them all hope, she desperately seeks her isolation again.
From the outside, the damage is clear. The observers furrow their brows in concern. Because another drop, another bump, the odd blow.... and the vase will be no more.
But from the inside, the potter sees only the odd ray of light. Sets out to patch it. Prefers the darkness. Tries to shove back that inner part who desperately yearns to break out.
And as long as that potter busily toils to repair those cracks... as long as she pretends and scoops more clay and tries to mend the damage - those on the outside can only look on. Waiting for the next fall. Hoping that won't be the one that destroys the thing entirely. Hoping that in the next fall, from the chasm of that damage will appear the potter....
Saying she's ready to start a new art.
Earnestly, desperately asking for help.... saying he will do 'whatever it takes'.
And the potter picks it up, crawls inside, quickly trying to make repairs.
Spinning lies to get those around him to back off.
Carefully re-crafting something attractive enough to give them all hope, she desperately seeks her isolation again.
From the outside, the damage is clear. The observers furrow their brows in concern. Because another drop, another bump, the odd blow.... and the vase will be no more.
But from the inside, the potter sees only the odd ray of light. Sets out to patch it. Prefers the darkness. Tries to shove back that inner part who desperately yearns to break out.
And as long as that potter busily toils to repair those cracks... as long as she pretends and scoops more clay and tries to mend the damage - those on the outside can only look on. Waiting for the next fall. Hoping that won't be the one that destroys the thing entirely. Hoping that in the next fall, from the chasm of that damage will appear the potter....
Saying she's ready to start a new art.
Earnestly, desperately asking for help.... saying he will do 'whatever it takes'.
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