Cracked Blender
Why do you pretend nothing is wrong when your whole stomach is churning like a blender?
Your happiness is swirling with resentment and your anger is mixed in with confusion. Everything is raw. Nothing is pure. Is this how you want to live?
Before long, you’ll be empty. Discarded down the sink because you sat for so long in that little glass cube that you become useless and inadequate. What could have been a collaboration of vibrantly colored emotions is now a dirty mix of dulled senses… Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted?
Or better yet, maybe you’ll become so full you crack. Everything will spill out onto the floor for those you were hiding from to see. Somebody can try to tape your glass back together, but it will never be the same. You’ll be missing elements of yourself and shards will continue to slide off the older you get. Are you looking forward to it? Are you scared?
November 11, 2013