Wouldn’t it be cool, if every single one of us had a unique melody, that played around us softly wherever we went and whatever we did. It would be like theme music. When you got along with someone the songs would harmonise. When you argued, the tunes would clash. When you were happy the tempo would quicken, when you were sad the melody would slow. While hopeful, a rallying chorus would take place, while fearful, the tune would become sharp and jumpy.
Everything would sound so pretty, until of course we all went mad from the ceaseless noise.
Everyday, it seems I discover more of my limitations. I realize what it is that I cannot do. It’s like a pane of glass slots down between what I want and where I am. The limit is there, yet I can still see the object of my desires. So I am left, in a prison of glass, taunted by what I thought I could achieve.
Of course, the thing about glass is, if you want to enough, you can punch right through it. Sure there will be blood and pain. You’ll have to claw your way out as your body shreds to ribbons and pieces of you are lost forever in a crimson spray. But nothing worth doing is ever easy. Just because a limit exists does not mean you have to submit and give up. You have the strength to achieve whatever you want, but only if you don’t give up and try.
Glass shatters, limits are overcome.
He slammed his foot on the break, a moment to late. Wheels screeched as his car swerved out of control. A white van plowed straight into his car. Time appeared to slow down around him. His car span creating a dazzling display of swirling lights coming in through the windscreen. Momentum caused his body to rage against a straining seatbelt. He watched as cracks appeared in his windscreen, and then suddenly it shattered. Glass flew through the air towards him, and then darkness.
His eyes opened, someone was screaming. He couldn’t tell where he was or how long he had been unconscious for. It was still night time so he must have been outside. The screaming was deafening, why wasn’t someone helping the screaming person? It was then that it hit him, he was the one screaming and people were trying to help him. A paramedic moved into his line of sight, something was said but the injured man couldn’t hear it over the sound of screaming. He the noticed how sticky his face was, blood coated him. He glanced down at his chest to see glass protruding from his body. This can’t be happening. Someone lifted him off the ground, the screaming intensified and darkness took him once more.
His eyes opened once again. White light, a strong smell of anti-septic. His vision adjusted and he realised where he was, a hospital. The pain was intense, too intense to even scream. His mother was holding his hand. He could hear the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor somewhere in the room. At the foot of the bed, his girlfriend and family stood. Their faces stricken with worry.
“Jeff, how do you feel?” His mother asked.
“I love you all” he croaked.
His vision was faltering. He couldn’t see anything anymore. Faded voices called out his name. He didn’t feel pain anymore, he couldn’t feel anything. There was nothing but darkness. A strange whooshing sensation overcame his body, as every aspect of his soul detached itself from his mortal coil.
Heaven, he was in heaven. Time had no say here. He could not see heaven or hear it. For heaven was not an earthly place, it cannot be perceived by a body because a body cannot enter it. No gods or angels awaited him, no demons clawed at his ankles. He was at peace, a single being but part of something bigger. His mind brushed against other minds, all those he knew that had gone before him, all those that had come after, people he had loved and people he had never once met. A melting pot of all those that had lived and ever would live. Eternal peace, he was finally at rest.
One day I’m going to walk off into the sunset. I’ll hold out my hand and feel the touch of another. The safety as my fingers are squeezed. My heart will beat faster, I won’t be alone and I’ll smile knowing that everything will be ok, from now on.
That sort of thinking…
...never fails to put me in a bad mood.
Will they ever realise…
…no they never will.
Can I ever stop…
...I truly hope so.
Is my soul to be saved…
…not by their brand of redemption.
Will I ever be noticed…
…nothing but shadows and dust.
Shall I ever be free…
…true freedom does not exist.
"A hatchling, that is what you are. A hatchling struggling into the world. I may be younger than you in years, but I am ancient in my thoughts. Do not worry about these things. Find peace in where and what you are. People often know what must be done. All you need to do is show them the way- that is wisdom. As for feats, no army could have given the blessing you did."
"My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I’ve learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts."
Heart, soul, body and mind
You have heart kid. The way you love is inspiring. You have soul kid. Your essence is undeniable in it’s greatness. You have body kid. Like a paintbrush, use it to show the world you are perfect. You have mind kid. Your thoughts are unique and your own.
You have everything you need, so get out there and make me proud.
My mind is a den of shadows, but you can still find light inside. My heart is a shattered wreck, but that does not mean I cannot love just as fiercely. My persona has flaws, but they are just veils through which the light of who I am shines. This thought is resolved, I do not write it to reopen old wounds. This thought simply serves as a sentinal of history. It is a testement to what I was, to what I am. I am perfect through my flaws. I laugh, I jump, I dream, I bleed. I am only human. I am me!