Ever take apart a rotisserie chicken and wonder if taking apart a person feels similarly? Wonder what it's like to break a person? Of course it's just the willpower that makes it so much harder, and then I realize I'm headed down a bad thinking road and shake it off, shake it off.
Some days it helps to remember the only thing that keeps from tasting the pavement is willpower. The willpower to struggle through inane repetition, to remain a toaster, a single bubble in a boiling pot and not the flame, not the lid. The willpower is the lid.
