Thursday, December 9, 2010
Here I am, present and aware with my surroundings lit up around me like the lights in an aquarium. I feel as though I'm on display, complete with fake trees and a little fake man to keep me company. What would it take to make it all real? The sacrifice can't be too great, not for this. Arms spread wide and facing the heavens I ask only for truth. For reality. The eyes of those around pierce, but they don't truly see. How can they when what's meant to be seen is still only a crumbling mess of already convoluted thoughts? Turn upside down, let the blood flow freely. A rush to the head, a rush to the dirt, drip by scarlet drip. A sacrifice, for you, for them, for what could be and already is. For clarity.