Ruins

I could never ruin anything. With my writing- There are loose letters, dangling from the ceiling. I could never stop writing. Just like- That sink can’t stop dripping. Drip, drop. No plumber is coming to save the day. I could never count to 1000. I could never ice skate perfectly. I could never figure out why… There is nothing else in this world. Except- Beautiful windchimes, but it’s winter and they were all brought in. It’s beautiful and weird. I could never ruin anything. Then I turned 25. And my brain said to me, “Good luck.”