Your skeleton eats itself, replacing it every ten years. What do you see in this skeleton? Unhappiness? Dread? Look at both sides in a human. Emotions, what does your skeleton look like? Once you saw a disappointing skeleton down the dirt path, you called it a mingled disappointment. You continue to take each bone, tearing it apart. Rending them. Taking out the marrow. Even now, I can still see you dismantling that skeleton. Trying to break each bone, you want to fix the skeleton. You don't understand, you're breaking the skeleton. Yet, you infinitely break its bones. Hoping for a new skeleton to form, you mindlessly break away. Until there is only dust and matter of a once living human that didn't even know you.