Shut Up and Listen

Split

I feel lost. My white phantom is tired of this frail body, but is scared to venture the world without it. They've been tied by DNA, but are now cutting each other loose. One has spread its wings while the other is decaying six feet under, maggots feeding on its broken skin. They've become separate beings with one mind. Everything disappears at a single touch, turning into ash as the memories fade into nothing. What is now will mean nothing later. We learn to escape from who we once were to who we are now, to who we will be in five years.

We've become slaves to the on-going cycle, only moving forward. Our lives will only move forward while we miss the small things that mean more than the parties, more than the fights. The more inches we grow, we begin to miss the small flowers blooming in the tall lines of grass. We miss the love people were trying to hand us, but refused because our hearts were filled with ache and painful memories. Why couldn't we stuff them into a box and lock them away? Why couldn't we wash away the dead smile and let a real one spread across our face? We could have been free, yet we chained ourselves to society so young; we embedded our lives into the slow time trying to make everything perfect when nothing was perfect. So now we try to align perfection with our personalities and be an actor with our walls built up, hoping no one can see through the fourth wall. But the audience is a bunch of mixed up faces made up of broken glass shards glued together. To most, that's all they'll ever be. They'll continue to struggle against who they were, trying to find who they are.

There are so many paths to take, but I'm willing to let myself go. I'm willing to step out of this pale corpse and walk on the ground less traveled on. I'm willing to rebel against time and break the clock to follow the sun and rain to a new place. A place where we can define who we once were and express who we are now. I'm willing to sacrifice the memories, the broken relationships... I'm willing to forget who I once was to see the little things, because what's important today will mean nothing tomorrow.