To the souls of the unfortunate,
It's not that hard of a rule to follow. Just keep going. Don't stop.
You know that tugging of your mind that won't leave you alone, that says, "Hey look at that flower, go pick it, it'll smell just like her."? Yeah, no. Don't acknowledge that sick little bastard. Keep walking.
No matter how much it begs, jam your earphones further into your ears and blast the music to its full extent. Drown out its voice until it's nothing but a soft, dull pulse in your brain. Listen to the rasping of the singer's voice as he pours his heart out, screaming his lungs out, begging the pain to stop.
You'll get no where if you keep mopping and whining. "Maybe if I stuck around to pick up the pieces..." No. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. No amount of hot glue or staples could put them together. Build that bridge and get over it.
And oh! What a beautiful bridge it will be! No splinters, no flaws, no corrupt bracings. A strong foundation for one, and only one. Sit there upon the ledge with your heart tucked away in a box. Locked with shackles and cords. The only happiness you'll find. No brokenness to worry yourself dead about.
So, with a gun to your temple and a match in your pocket. Trend waters warily. Don't tame lions without being mindful of their feral ways. Keep one hand behind your back.
Keep walking, never out of sight or out of mind, but yet on the contrary. A moment of ignorance is a moment of vulnerability.
"Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart." - Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
With sincere apologies,
Lucas Lamb
