#why you couldn't have enforced the tower's foundation

[wowitsverycool]

hating someone you were born into loving is very easy, a form of rebellion. i imagine hating someone you at one point chose to love is much more difficult, the destruction of such a lovely portrait you’ve painted.

#familial love is a work of art as well #much in the same way the the graphics put together for an instruction manual are art #or in the way that war effort propaganda cartoons are art #as beautifully constructed as the hastily taken photograph on a tourist trap postcard #but chosen love? #romantic love. platonic love. #they're passion projects. essays. altars to the very idea of someone #palaces you construct to store your version of someone #when the day comes that you must use manuals for paper mache #or rip postcards in half for a makeshift bookmark #there is loss. but it is forgivable. perhaps even relieving. #one day you may look and wonder what you might have made had you not torn the paper apart #but you will ultimately be satisfied #but to see a tower of marble crumble down around you #to be forced to strip a canvas of carefully placed paint on account of the toxic fumes #you will forever see the rubble and the canvas and it will be a testament to all the lost time #and you will spend every second that you stare at them wondering why you didn't just try harder #why you couldn't have enforced the tower's foundation #or encased the painting in glass so you could have it all while still guarded from the fumes #lol lmao haha