Finding a new line

We can only hope that somewhere along the lines we can meet up again. Make amends, start anew on the newly forged path. But when the line falls crooked, and all you can do is fall, what do you do? Do you continue to glide along and endure its bumps and pushes, hoping that at some point it will stop. Or do you endeavor to defy its metaphoric gravity, and push with all your spiritual might to realign the lines of fate. Inevitably, the laws of the universe dictate that you will fall, and when you do society chooses to look down on you, until you crumble and lay sprawled across that floor. Is that the bottom? The inevitable end...the unsavory truth..The Bottom Line.

Locked it up and threw away the key - masked emotions and the search for happiness

I remember leaving it here...*pushes aside books*..no up there..?

..maybe its here..*sigh*

The usual cliches and sayings come to mind as I sprinkle glitter on my flimsy paper mask;

the eyes being the window to the soul, people mask their emotions, everybody is just fake..or that its just one big drama.

Looking through the jagged eye holes I see the glitter sparkle in the dim reflection in the mirror, phasing out the pitch black paint. It reminded me of how easy it was to hide yourself, to hide your feelings. On top of the layers of muscle, flesh and skin lies an invisible barrier, which one may not break or enter, for you may leave permanent damage. Its as though our irises are caught in a dance of torment and scream the caution: FRAGILE.

Damages...like the tragic memories that you never want to come back to memory and torment you. Those feelings that demean you, the things you truly love, the person you want to be.

Beneath all those layers, in the realms of your mind lies a cupboard. Compartments match those memorable periods of life- baby, toddler and that annoying 10 year old up until the frustration and disorganized life of a teenager. The drawers overflow with the piles of 'stuff' we claim. That favourite jumper, that stolen bike, the shoes you love, torn up letters, lost and renewed friendships, the ridiculous amount of bobby pins you lost and the never ending piles of homework.

But beneath all this lies a large and tightly locked drawer. I reach my hand and grasp the nob as it sends me into a whirlwind of emotions; the warm embraces, the happy moments, the long walks, the gifts and the clothes I wore for you. They revolve around me- taunting me - reminding me of the time I spent with you and that bond of trust I built. Meaningless to me now they drop into the bleeding tears that flood these realms, and I am now peering into a seemingly bottomless pit. The darkness screams with the pain ad frustration, all that I carry now. The only objects that shine hope take the form of 5 liter tubs of chocolate ice cream and endless towers of cake. Sitting next to then are empty plates and trays, boasting nothing but the escaped crumbs and those fake bitter cherries. What lies beneath tries desperately to smile back up at me, to perhaps once again be regarded as the one beacon of hope, those lost rays of sunlight- but no longer do you intrigue me. Laid again freshly- countless times. But not once remained a trusty and steady ground; crumbling beneath these lost feet and burying me in the costs of that dark mood.

Returning my mind to its real state I slowly move away from the drawer, blocking away the cold. But a warm sensation commands me to stop, and it lingers on my skin.

It consumes us in a red haze and we become blinded from reality;

Thats it Ive found it...

A tall, dark and well toned key appears in my hand, lunging for the drawer I jab the key in and jostle it desperately, but the darkness that fills the keyhole spits it back out, and that sweet scent wafts through behind it, consuming me in a sensation of warmth.

This is the answer..?

Beads of sweat roll down my forehead and the cupboards bleeds with tears of frustration. This locked and forbidden drawer, abandoned as a result of your constant neglect and disappointment, calls desperately once more.

I've found the right lock, but I can't find the key.

In a lost instant the cupboard gives way and floods the endless realms of your mind, it leaks through that invisible mask and threatens to overthrow reality. But the socially polluted air that surrounds us stares it right back in the face and repels any excess.

So go on with your charade, but deep inside those drawers are bleeding out and that person inside is begging to be let out.