There comes a time, when everything just stops. It can happen at any hour, any minute, any second of any day.
You walk amongst a crowd of people, stepping around those who come too close. Then it happens. You never know why it happens.
Everything just stops. The chatter, the laughter, the buzz, it all goes silent, not even an echo or a sound remaining. Then it all goes back, in a backwards spiral, to a plain in a place that no-one knows. We are merely beams of light, whispers of words that were left unspoken. We tread carefully on our path, as we think and remember.
We think of all we have had, and all we have lost. We are who we are, we all stand out from each other in our own ways. We are human. We are unique.
We have faults, we have worries, we have fears. And the further we push them back, the heavier a burden they become, weighing down on us more and more as the days turn to weeks and the weeks slowly turn into months.
We live everyday, knowing all this. We tread around people as we would on thin ice, with caution, as we know that one wrong step could crack our ice sheet-our balance, our path.
And sometimes we do break, and fall hard, smashing into tiny pieces on the ground.
But then we stop, and pick ourselves up and reform the pieces of our shattered selves.
We are survivors.
And we will carry on.
