Disarray
September 2, 2009
Do we really struggle to know we are still alive, or is struggling just a sign of weakness, a voice in your head silently screaming at you, telling you about how you can’t handle it, how you can’t tell the difference between a truth and a lie any longer, how you should just cut loose that last strand of hope you are barely hanging onto because what is Hope, really?
Do we truly believe that it exists, or do we only believe it exists because of what the world keeps drilling into us? Everything on this earth is so fleeting and transient. We blink, and the person standing next to us is gone. We grab desperately at bubbles that burst at a single touch. We hover and wait, wait and hover, but what we are waiting for is never ours to hold.
What are you holding onto?
