Up against the wall

with porcelain eyes and sandpaper bones

I've come to understand that nothing is as simple as people wish it to be, the way that glitter stagnates in the air or how magic jumps off the bones of a person who has finally seen too much, The delicacy in the words that roll of the tongue to whisper goodnight to a child.

This world is far too cold and harsh for something as kind as these observations, the darkened rock does nothing but crush a dream. But the magic in the feeling is still there no matter how much people choose to ignore it. The second that someone notices the life and colour in a person, like the colour in the evening sky, is the moment that the world will start turning the opposite way, maybe not in the realities of the blind, but in the non-expectant.

This may not happen by choice and it may not always be pleasant, but to watch as the clouds around someone's eyes disappear to reveal the world that you and very few others see, if only for a second, shows that there is hope...

Run with it.

Looking around at the ghostless eyes and hardened skin is like finally seeing the broken glass that lines the streets, or knowing a photograph will never compare to the sight or the feeling that that moment represents to you. It is sad, but the beauty and awareness, or lack of, are appreciated either way.

No one ever said it would be easy, but what is even harder is watching a person as aware as you lose this ability to see. The beautiful clear glass eyes of theirs cracking and becoming as dull as unpolished porcelain.

The wind somehow feels different, not because of a change of nerves but because of the shedding of sandpaper bones. The appreciation changes until the rain has a meaning and the feeling of freezing in the winter is savored and enjoyed.

The cool air, creating the smoke that breathes from the lips of the people across the span of your life, sometimes its as simple as a rainbow from the glass, or a love of a song, or the sky in the evening while driving home from a moment with friends.

Let the wind kiss the air and have it toil to create your most intoxicating mix.

XxSaint-