Once upon a time, I believed I was incapable of good.
“Nothing I do matters. Everything is pointless. I’m worthless. I’m unlovable.”
I didn’t realize I also believed I was incapable of bad.
“It doesn’t matter. They won’t know. They don’t care.”
Because I don’t matter.
So when the atmosphere ignited around us, fumes invading our lungs,
invisible strings strung too tight, everything on the verge of snapping,
incapable of hearing your answer,
I wondered:
“Did I do this?”
“No.” Yes.
Written by Jou Hatsu
