when i was finally fucking inspired

I want to tear [you] to pieces.

I want to tear you to pieces, to break your bones
I want to rend you until all that remains is your integrity

I want to dismantle everything you know to be true;
to shatter all of the illusions you let build your bad faith
I want to shell your every layer until I all see is your smile;
to signify that single struggle to breathe that fills all of the tiny little cracks
between the cubes and particles and gaps and happiness

I want you to bleed out your convictions and your morals
Until all you have are your reptilian urges and your essential mind
I want to see you weak and helpless,
Like me and us and everyone
So that you can finally sit and feel the breeze,
Between the cubes and particles and gaps and happiness;

the tiniest movement that exists outside of physics;
the only one that connects us
by convincing us that, really,
there is no gap between your fingers and mine,
and that I am always holding your hand, no matter where I am, or who you are.