What kind of curtain is this? I've tried pulling it back so many times, and now that I'm finally free from whatever was behind it, I feel like running back. What have I been shown? The truth about people, maybe. Trust is difficult, love is rare, truth is usually skewed somehow by our sick, selfish perceptions. The slower my heart beats, the faster my mind races. Every night as I'm falling asleep I wonder, what's next? Is there another curtain to push back, to cry my way into and laugh my way out of? I'd love it if there was. This understanding, no matter how difficult and painful, is ultimately the best thing that can happen to a conscious, living, breathing being. So when I close my eyes and my breathing becomes more shallow, I'll wonder: what am I looking at? Where will I be taken next?
One thing's for sure, wherever it is, I'm down for the trip. I'm in a good place.
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