Crystal clear; eyes that can see through the thick cloth of emotions and fragility, a heart that never mistakes charity for affection, companionship for love and kindness for friendship, a conscious that is fully aware of the truth and can distinguish it between the million lies the mind produces with every second. We pick up every emotion and we cover our senses so we stop seeing the ugliness that surrounds us; we want to believe we are cared for and loved, we wish to think that the people that come into our lives cannot replace us but sometimes for a very short period of time the truth reveals itself; crystal clear, screaming and trying to wake us up. We acknowledge it, let it sink in and then feel the weight it brings with it, we decide we can’t handle it so we put back the layers, one after the other; masking reality and throwing ourselves back in a slumber of faith.
Month: June 2014
End point
At every end point I stopped, took a deep breath in and asked myself how far could I go? How many steps ahead could I jump and how heavy would the burden get before I could feel my shoulder crack? At every end point I could feel my heart fall into my gut, my blood being pumped to all the
wrong places, jolts of unwanted impulses ran through my nerves and I wished the world would stop; it never did. At every end point I wondered if this could be the finishing line, if I was finally free to float wherever the waters could carry my soul but with every end point I learned things I never knew. There are no end points, there are limits and there are capacities, beyond which we break and no matter how far we swim and survive, no matter the amount of oxygen we grasp with force; no part of us will ever be the same.
The Moving Circus 