A scattered mind sits at both ends of a spectrum, looking beyond the colors smeared over the realities of the wounded.
Hearts don’t listen.
Loniless triumphed – a victory for one at the loss of all.
Faces remain still, contemplating one’s mind with words empty of meaning, disregarding and belittling. “Shelter me,” a voice barely whispers, but doors close; lights hide behind curtains.
It sits in awe, questioning what to make of them:
this is what they are … “but maybe;”
this is who they’ll be … “but what if.”
“What if,” no longer. Find shelter in another home.
Another endeavor to redefine itself stuck in between the depth of woe and the height of bliss. Overthrown by instability, it remains dispersed, wondering what mess will follow.
Out of focus, it speaks to itself: “I may come close to knowing. They’ll remain in the dark. Curious or not, conspicuous or not, they won’t understand.”
It’s sad and funny how you’ve altered your reality to fit the discourse others have shaped for you. Eventually, it becomes unsettling to live up to a picture drawn by someone else’s brush. Your very being becomes the embodiment of instability. You begin to question every aspect of yourself. Once you develop a sense of understanding, they try to fit you back into the image they sculpted for you.
You can resist or give in, either way, you lose, but the loss that comes with standing your ground against people who put feelings in your heart and thoughts in your mind will deem you victorious.