Considering Life; Fragile, like Glass
I'll be introducing a small series of pictures and musings. It will be tentatively known as Considering Life; Char they are words bled from my soul and photos snapped in the moment. I thought to bring something different to my author page, while I sit back and continue to write things for publication, I shall share with you these little snippets of my contemplations.
Fragile, like Glass
We come into this world in tears, but it's never acceptable after the years wear you down. The world can chain you to your pipe dreams, making sure that they drown you rather than save you. The people you meet, they shape you like blown glass, but their attitudes leave imperfect imprints forever on your self masterpiece. People don't look and see that inside you are melting, melting from the heat of the too hot stars that burn in the sky, they turn you into blisters on the pavement. Forgotten wads of discarded gum. Few know, really know what it's like to be in a sea of faces but not see a single one, to talk but not talk, to listen but get lost in the labyrinth of your own mind. Few truly know what it's like to be the lost, the damned. The ones that are the wallflowers, as they try and grow through the cracks of society. Only to be poisoned by the weed killers that sprinkle their toxicity and lies like confetti. Well, they think it's confetti. Like rainbow ribbons adorning slender wrists, when in reality they bind you to a life that is nothing more than repetition. Repetition. Repetition. It's that stagnancy that kills you, a slow and deliberate death. Dying in the sense that your heart is cold and your soul is black. Dying not in body but in spirit. And sometimes, that is the worst death of all...
