Music. Divine giver of breath. Echo of hope. A light in any storm or any shred of darkness. It is the only thing that used to matter. It was something that forced my very mind to react...my very consciousness to focus on the one thing that I could understand out of the chaos that surrounded me. It was my one escape.
When I felt lost in the world I turned to music to brighten the endless night. When I was alone it was my only companion. When I was broken it was the only thing that could put the pieces back together. Music rescued me from my depression.
-Shattered_Reality
Monday, February 1, 2010
Draw my World
The world is full of darkness and so am I. The world is full of light and so I reside in it. I draw the world as I see it and yet, it remains unchanged. The same. So what do you do when the world that you know and the world that you see are two different things? Does one paint or draw the world that they know or the world that they see?
I pick the world that I know. It may be different and it may not make much sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me and though they see the world through different eyes, I see it the way that it is represented in my mind. Half of the world is dark, half of it is light but it is up to the viewer to decide which is which.
-Shattered_Reality
I pick the world that I know. It may be different and it may not make much sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me and though they see the world through different eyes, I see it the way that it is represented in my mind. Half of the world is dark, half of it is light but it is up to the viewer to decide which is which.
-Shattered_Reality
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Unknown
There are questions without answers and answers that have nothing to do with the questions. However, if we do not ask we'll never know the answers that matter most. The thing is that we ofted fear what is unknown. We do not take the time to actually wonder if the unknown is actually a benefit to us.
-Shattered_Reality
-Shattered_Reality
Feelings of Lesser Existance
Sometimes I feel as if I am nothing, nobody, a being without a name. The world stays it's course and continues on it's way. Everyone moved on, taking their different paths around me. I feel invisible and though my introverted nature makes me enjoy my solitude when I can get it , my thoughts often are too much for me, myself, to bear. Sometimes I hunger for the very thing I try to avoid. So how does it balance out? How can you have both?
-Shattered_Reality
-Shattered_Reality
Night Glimmer
We are a glimmer in the night, as if a fallen star into the dark abyss. It is the abyss filled by hatred, woe , and strife, and yet we stare into it with the purest of hopes, that finding something would make us once again all-together whole.
Through this abyss we find that life is a road with many branches, many paths which we may take though so many lead to our own destruction. We find that the road and it's paths are marked with the brambles of our uncertainty.
This is where we often encounter our greatest enemy though we often find that our greatest enemy is ourself. No greater enemy do we find in this world or any other than the face in the mirror.
-Shattered_Reality
Through this abyss we find that life is a road with many branches, many paths which we may take though so many lead to our own destruction. We find that the road and it's paths are marked with the brambles of our uncertainty.
This is where we often encounter our greatest enemy though we often find that our greatest enemy is ourself. No greater enemy do we find in this world or any other than the face in the mirror.
-Shattered_Reality
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Why?
I have sat here countless days and waited in the silence while others play their games and still they all look upon me like I am nothing more than a shadow on the wall, than something they should not see and yet I am still here.
I have been the one who was tossed aside and the one pushed away. I have been the one that no-one wanted. So, I am the one that was discarded.
This is what happens when on forsakes the life they once chose to live. This is what happens when someone walks away from everything they once chose to love just to try and live a new life, but no, that new life isn't good enough for them either because they realize that it is exactly the same, following the exact same pattern as the one before it. So, you see someone like me cannot get away from the hatred and the aloneness that comes with being the way that I am. I would rather reside with a small group of friends or alone rather than be the center of attention in this to be mortal world. Why?
I am afraid. I am afraid to speak my mind because others will look down upon me. I am afraid to do what I love in front of other people because I am sure that they will soon learn to hate me for my talents and I am afraid that I will never be strong enough to fight back when someone decides to force me into the fall.
-Shattered_Reality
I have been the one who was tossed aside and the one pushed away. I have been the one that no-one wanted. So, I am the one that was discarded.
This is what happens when on forsakes the life they once chose to live. This is what happens when someone walks away from everything they once chose to love just to try and live a new life, but no, that new life isn't good enough for them either because they realize that it is exactly the same, following the exact same pattern as the one before it. So, you see someone like me cannot get away from the hatred and the aloneness that comes with being the way that I am. I would rather reside with a small group of friends or alone rather than be the center of attention in this to be mortal world. Why?
I am afraid. I am afraid to speak my mind because others will look down upon me. I am afraid to do what I love in front of other people because I am sure that they will soon learn to hate me for my talents and I am afraid that I will never be strong enough to fight back when someone decides to force me into the fall.
-Shattered_Reality
Numb
What do you do when your heart feels like it's breaking every second of every day and not because of the relationship that you're in, because that's great, but because of everything you face in the world, the opposition, and the hatred?
It's like nothing matters when you feel like the world is falling apart around you, when you feel like your world is a painting painted on a thin sheet of glass that has been shattered into millions of tiny fragments that no one will ever be able to put back together and when there finally seems like there is some small fraction of hope, that the pieces finally fit, another wave of darkness washes over and destroys it.
So why do I continually try ti put the pieces back together? Why do I feel numb to the world around me when my deepest connections are with it?
It feels like it's broken. The very brush that I used to paint my world has been splintered because of my neglect of it and now the very painting that I fought so hard to protect has been destroyed as well. And so when I am seen....I am numb.
-Shattered_Reality
It's like nothing matters when you feel like the world is falling apart around you, when you feel like your world is a painting painted on a thin sheet of glass that has been shattered into millions of tiny fragments that no one will ever be able to put back together and when there finally seems like there is some small fraction of hope, that the pieces finally fit, another wave of darkness washes over and destroys it.
So why do I continually try ti put the pieces back together? Why do I feel numb to the world around me when my deepest connections are with it?
It feels like it's broken. The very brush that I used to paint my world has been splintered because of my neglect of it and now the very painting that I fought so hard to protect has been destroyed as well. And so when I am seen....I am numb.
-Shattered_Reality
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