Something Old, and Something New

It’s the same old place again. An ending, and a beginning. And the question of how to break away.

I’m lost in a maze – darkness and shadow, doorways wrapped in mist, deceptive paths that vanish even as I walk them. Endless possibilities. And yet…

There is hurt, and fear, but the hope hasn’t woken up yet.

Its the same old place again. But this time, I want to make it into something new.

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Consequences

It is liberating when you stop caring. Have you ever stopped to think how many of your decisions, every day, are driven by a fear of consequences? Because you are afraid of losing something that you value? Money, health, life, friendship, or even just a bit of pretend peace?

But what if you weren’t worried about what you might lose?

The thought tastes of freedom.

With just a hint of recklessness sprinkled over it.

Or despair.

Waiting for…

Am I being mean if I’m waiting for the day I get to be alone again? Selfish, I admit. To be responsible for and answerable to myself and no one else.

Tired of playing grown-up. Because being a grown-up means so many things I don’t want to be.

Responsible. Stable. Rational.

Waiting for the day I get to cry again. To not have to care about how my emotional state affects another.

Anger, sorrow, frustration, despair.

Mine.

Waiting for the day the reflection turns true again. When the water is still enough to flow unchecked.

Sunrise

Flying and floating. The wind, a friend.

Rise up.

Waves in the sky. Cold that can’t touch me, can’t wake me. Dreams that are no dreams.

White.

Pure. Untempered. Untouched.

The colour of peace. The colour of my happiness. The glow around me.

The sunrise that is soft light and music and warmth stealing up on me.

I dream, while the shadows sleep.

Fly

It is so easy to forget that you can fly. Earth-bound for long enough, you forget that you have wings, and that they can take you wherever you wish. Build a nest, get comfortable. And it begins to feel like home.

Is it fear that holds you there?
Why must you take flight?
Why should you stay?

I did not ask. Questions lost in the softness of complacence. Floating away in a stream of familiarity. Intoxication.

Show me some kindness. Push me over the razor-edge of decision. Take my choice away and save me.

Forever

When every light feels too bright, make friends with the shadows in your mind. Wonder if that love will last forever. If they will be by your side in every tomorrow, or forsake you for easier prey. For you fight even as you give in. Put up walls that turn hollow. Leave scratches in the nothingness.

You cannot hurt that which does not feel.

You wonder if betrayal is coming. You wait, and you hope, and hide thoughts of what you are hoping for.

The Problem With Working Too Well

Do a good job at work, and you just get handed more work by the boss. We’ve all seen it happen, right? And there comes a point when you start to wonder if you should have just done a sloppier job, because the additional pressure is too much.

Interestingly, things work exactly the same way with masks. Do too good a job of hiding yourself from others, and they just give you an extra push or two or ten. And you start to wonder if you should have just done a sloppier job, because the additional pressure is too much.

Let the scars show and they are scared enough to leave you alone.

The problem with that, though, is trying to answer the question of whether you would be able to stand at all without your mask. Or will you be naked and crying on a cold stone floor.

Maybe the pressure isn’t that bad after all.

Floating

Weightless. Happy. At peace. Surrounded by tenderness. Hazy dreams of dim lights and soft edges, gentle caresses of souls.

I am floating, through time. Floating through reality.

What is now? What was then?

Silence, and the freedom that comes of the silence.

Meandering through dreams of nowhere and nothing, wrapped in love, and care, and kindness, and friendship – I am safe.

Spotlessly Clean

Books. Clothes. Gifts. Photos. Where does it end? How many things do I have to get rid of before it’s done? Before I feel sufficiently sanitised to take “clean-up” off my to-do list?

Each action, each deletion kills a part of me. So many holes now that I don’t know whether I’m more here or missing.

I do wonder sometimes how is it that I am still alive, how is it that I still breathe, and walk, and even laugh on occasion.

I do wonder sometimes about how little is left of who I was.

What do people see when they look at me? Do they still see me or has enough of me vanished that they just look through me?

The gold is gone. Today, tomorrow, or next week, which will be the day that someone realises the worthlessness of what’s left?

At least it will free me of the burden of having to stand any longer.

Choices

I’ve never been good at decision-making. Except when it is really important. Any time it isn’t absolutely critical that I make a decision and that I make it quickly, I delay. I can’t make up my mind. I flit from choice to choice. The question of what to wear takes on astronomical proportions. Ordering food turns into a mini nightmare. Choices that don’t really matter. Choices I don’t have to live with for more than a few hours. Choices that don’t affect my tomorrow, unless I’ve chosen to have some really bad food.

For the choices that do matter but aren’t very time critical, I usually know what I want in the first few moments, but I often get caught between the “what I want” and “what I believe I should want.” Unable to choose between the two, I vacillate for as long as I can, either till someone makes the choice for me, or till the moment when I can’t delay the decision any longer, and then I make a well-analysed and considered but still spur-of-the-moment decision.

Why? That is for another time.

Today, I need to decide between the logical choice, the comfortable and convenient choice, and what I want. Accepting, and admitting, what I wanted all along is the first step. Step two is acting on it. Step 3 is living – and celebrating – the choice.

Working on Step 2 right now. Hopefully, the future is right around the corner.