Do you ever get tired of trying to hold yourself together? Sometimes it gets hard, when the tape you have used for so long will no longer hold together the small pieces of you that continue to fall off each day; small fragments that build up. Portions of porcelain, and freshly painted so on the outside it covers all cracks. It gets hard, and it will make you weak. The Silence is ever so lonely, walking though, just trying to see the colors of the world again. The light that once danced across the leaves. The gentle hum of the thriving atmosphere itself. But everything seems black and white, as all the shades of gray fill the space in between. Your own footprints leaving black soot on the floor of white. You're exhausted, the pieces of you that have fallen; you still hold close, hoping that you can find a way to put them all back together before you lose yourself forever. The silence is a long and lonely place where none dare to enter on their own. Sometimes people dont understand just how tired one can get. Your eyes, absent of their color. Your mind, absent of thoughts. Your soul, absent of life. For those who all they have done throughout the day is hold themselves together, I am proud. For when the hurt seems to never end, the pieces fall harder and faster. Crashing into the ground and shattering into 1 million pieces. Pieces you can no longer pick up. But ones that simply blow away with the dust. You sit on the ground, not even enough of yourself left to carry on and try to make new pieces. Slowly turning to stone, as you slowly drift away into the wind. To the great grey abyss, where everyone seems to go eventually. You too, drop to your knees as I have once before, willing it all to just.. go away , and take you with it.. for now, but not forever.. because it's never just the end.
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The Journey From One To Another
SpiritualA journal from one to another, to help struggling minds with daily life, and to help one not to feel alone during the long hours of the night.
