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Current mood:  grateful Category: Games
I see more of the night than the day. Why? I like shadows and quiet amongst what should seem to be busy and loud. That's my body and mind; quiet amongst what should be busy and loud. The normal is worn out and no one seems to be running that race to nowhere. They all are still; still when they should be moving and stopping where others before them have run. They wait, eyes shut, breathing through their mouths, tasting the air around them. All that is left is aftertaste and memory.
Do they miss what they remember? Does the memory haunt as they pray for the ability to forget? Did the past teach them or is it only a reminder of poor decisions and regret?
They say they forgot how to love but they will always remember the pain. Exquisite. How beautiful and romantic those thoughts are, yet their clouds remain. Grays and chills line their horizons. The sun is an unwelcome intruder. It just wants to warm, not burn.
If i had those 8 arms, I would push away the hurt, fight the terror, claw the instigator, yet keep 2 of them open to hold you and comfort the scars. If i had those multiple eyes, i would watch over you and see the bad coming before it touched you. If i had the fangs, i puncture the overblown egos of those who live to crush and put down. Unfortunately, my arms are 2, my eyes are a pair and my fangs are flattened teeth, so you must fight all on your own. And realistically, when the 8 armed, multi-eyed, fanged creature crawls, most just scream and stamp it out.
Hoping for an exit from the mad world may seem like the safe route, but the circles run and nightmares dreamt give the chosen paths their safety. We must be surrounded by danger in order to find survival. Harmony is the common ground found of peace within war.
To love the pain, the hurt, the emptiness is the true suture that allows all the wounds to heal. While scar tissue is often stared at and questioned, it is the evidence of something stronger and less breakable. In order to obtain peace of mind, a level of madness must be understood.
Look right through me and take whatever you need to settle into the storm's eye. I have that quiet. I have that calm. I have that belief in honest love. I share that goodness with a good man. I owe it all to the acceptance of tarantulas, harmony & madness.
I hope at the very least you find those 3 within your heart, head and soul, where life wants so desperately to live. Exquisite.
8:20 AM
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