sometimes when you do a thing

you become known for that thing

and that thing eclipses the you who does it

then you can be trapped in being a paragon of that thing

and this thing

that you probably loved

that you had a passion for

that maybe even set you free

becomes

a strangler vine

wrapped

around

your

soul

all its beauty

crushed

under the

weight of expectations

of perfection and endless

continuation - relentlessly

being and doing the thing

with no space to breathe

and no space to

evolve this

dying

stagnant

thing

because expectations

because rigid expectations

because bloody expectations

fuck expectations

disentangle

their tendrils

then make love

to the thing

until it flowers into

the next thing

until you’re known for

your unbound passion

and the things

become

paragons

of you


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