When something freezes, it becomes brittle.
Hit it hard enough at that point, right along a fault line, and it shatters.
One cry today… that's all it took.
One scream proved that it's all shifted.
That everything's changed.
That nothing is as it was.
That the brittle, hardened, crystalline, bitter, dead layer has exploded….
All that's left underneath is the fragile, moist, pupal skin; raw, glistening, emerging for the first time.
It's the moment of abject fear and hesitant euphoria.
Of holding your breath to the count of twelve, and not knowing if you're on the cusp of victory… or the brink of annihilation.
Or, perhaps, both simultaneously, and that may be the paradoxical truth of paramount importance.
Nothing is as it was.
Everything is as it should be.
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You speak in riddles again...
Posted by Sebastian | July 27, 2005 2:51 AM
Posted on July 27, 2005 02:51
...Actually I follow this quite well, I understand it more than I would like to admit....
...for one who is...
....at least unconsciously aware of a universe that is mutable, that alone is enough to give me hope that tomorrow will be a new day.
Hope you find whatever direction you are looking for, sometimes it doesn't lie outside or anywhere you can "see"; sometimes it lies inside within the intangible tangle of one's psyche...
Posted by Cyberevolution | July 28, 2005 8:13 AM
Posted on July 28, 2005 08:13
Nothing wrong with riddles, anyway. ;-)
Posted by SorchaRei | July 28, 2005 3:23 PM
Posted on July 28, 2005 15:23