The entire world is shards of glass. Swords hung upside down. Slice.Peel. Skim Skinned.People are reflections of what their masks, well groomed-carefully put together masks- want to tell.There are no stories untold.
Pain. Betrayal. Deceit. Human nature tempted by everything inhuman. Everything is in slow motion-pause and then repeat.
There is no rhythm to life because it is ghost - a universe of ghosts that are projections of our best self.The Irony.Even our ghosts are not what we were.For what we were ,was a thousand masks at a million moments and a million masks in one moment.Fleeting versions, escaping the realms of our understanding.
Tools in our hands, weapons in our minds.They say hate is a weapon.No one tells them love is a weapon that can destroy.
Destroy the veils and guards that protect the mask.Destroy the ghosts so that humans are forced to come out and live.
We continue to be frozen & teach our children how to be so too.We make oursleves shiny,slippery and smooth.We forget that we have become cold. And the curves in us are straightened out.Unless we can be used as a sickle.Or a razor sharp blade.
So we are blue and black and then shades of nothing at all.We are a mirror.Whatever you want to see.Whatever you want to be.
And those who fail to do so,fade to black.For the backdrop must be just that, black so you can see.Whatever you want to see.Whatever you want to be.
The entire world is shards of glass. Swords hung upside down. Slice.Peel. Skim Skinned.There are no stories untold.