The following pieces are a reflection of the experience both I and those around me have encountered. This 10 part series brings with it an attachment to a part of life built upon by a significant human emotion.
Disclaimer: The series is based loosely on sketches of random events. In no way is it meant to represent a factual life.
Song of Choice - "I'm A Mess" - Ed Sheeran
Continuation (noun); the state of moving on.
Very rarely are people able to admit when something is bad for them. A habit gone bad is the personified capability of the individual who has failed to pull back control into his or her life. Yet there lies great strength in admitting to the wrong that exists. Here are a few that seem to resonate more personally with me.
"Her way was that of indifference. She was master to none and slave to herself. Confrontation rarely passed her by and she floated, almost effortlessly. Yet she never took to stand besides those who had been there for her. Her life was stitchings of survival. Like a bat she was known by both bird and mammal yet separated by kind. He stood with her on that view. Never looking beyond. The bigger picture seemed to only involve them. The people who chose to be there were the one's who were found convenient. Yet with that they gave up their greatest strength; The power of choice. The pedestal was solid and supported one."
"His was of pain. He fell in too deep. Too trusting. The world hit back. Shunned, his hunger grew. He wanted his own reflection yet no one was willing to succumb to his identity. He closed off. Tensions escalated as people confused his intention in an almost emotional limbo. He had no one at one point and was in a void of own self-inflicted darkness. He found her. Life blossomed much to the envy of others. Bitterness spread and his happiness was not long lived. Life was cruel and took her away as well. He stood defeated. Then the odds turned. Yet fate has yet to decide what the end result will be."
"Her way was a mirror of his. She lived the same kind of pain, love, desire and envy of his yet was unable to break through the glass caged shaped by her own hands. She knelt, locked in and suffocated. Strangling herself with intentions that were meant to show love; yet perceived as mere convenience. To love but never be loved in return. Yet she lay trapped. Her sacrifice had already been too great. How could she leave it all behind? He spoke with similar pain. Yet life seemed to have granted his glimmer back. We all heal. Now was her turn to find herself capable of being set free.""
Will is a powerful thing. It can set forth the most unusual of events that piece together something new. There are those out there who are aware of this power and have begun testing their capabilities. There is so much that lays uncertain yet within the chaos lies pattern. You just need to will yourself to see it.
*To those out there who are still struggling with what has or will happen. Know that it gets better.*
Disclaimer: The series is based loosely on sketches of random events. In no way is it meant to represent a factual life.
Song of Choice - "I'm A Mess" - Ed Sheeran
Continuation (noun); the state of moving on.
Very rarely are people able to admit when something is bad for them. A habit gone bad is the personified capability of the individual who has failed to pull back control into his or her life. Yet there lies great strength in admitting to the wrong that exists. Here are a few that seem to resonate more personally with me.
"Her way was that of indifference. She was master to none and slave to herself. Confrontation rarely passed her by and she floated, almost effortlessly. Yet she never took to stand besides those who had been there for her. Her life was stitchings of survival. Like a bat she was known by both bird and mammal yet separated by kind. He stood with her on that view. Never looking beyond. The bigger picture seemed to only involve them. The people who chose to be there were the one's who were found convenient. Yet with that they gave up their greatest strength; The power of choice. The pedestal was solid and supported one."
"His was of pain. He fell in too deep. Too trusting. The world hit back. Shunned, his hunger grew. He wanted his own reflection yet no one was willing to succumb to his identity. He closed off. Tensions escalated as people confused his intention in an almost emotional limbo. He had no one at one point and was in a void of own self-inflicted darkness. He found her. Life blossomed much to the envy of others. Bitterness spread and his happiness was not long lived. Life was cruel and took her away as well. He stood defeated. Then the odds turned. Yet fate has yet to decide what the end result will be."
"Her way was a mirror of his. She lived the same kind of pain, love, desire and envy of his yet was unable to break through the glass caged shaped by her own hands. She knelt, locked in and suffocated. Strangling herself with intentions that were meant to show love; yet perceived as mere convenience. To love but never be loved in return. Yet she lay trapped. Her sacrifice had already been too great. How could she leave it all behind? He spoke with similar pain. Yet life seemed to have granted his glimmer back. We all heal. Now was her turn to find herself capable of being set free.""
Will is a powerful thing. It can set forth the most unusual of events that piece together something new. There are those out there who are aware of this power and have begun testing their capabilities. There is so much that lays uncertain yet within the chaos lies pattern. You just need to will yourself to see it.
*To those out there who are still struggling with what has or will happen. Know that it gets better.*
