Here I am. Standing behind a black lace curtain. Hidden in the shadows. Shielded from the sun. Colors dulled. Shapes muddled. Sounds muffled. A guest looking out into the world. I put myself here. I have grown comfortable. Comfortable with my inadequate view of things. Comfortable with my inactive state. The naïve bliss I feel numbs my perspective. A small whisk of my hand and I know I could be free forever, but it seems much larger than that. And the fear of the unknown and the uncomfortable over powers any desire. But then I choose to risk it. I summon my courage, take a deep breath and step from behind the lace. I am shocked to see such vibrancy of color and shape and hear such vivid sound! I never knew how dead I was until I actually lived. And now I live. I breathe, I sing! I dance and jump through fields of grass! At last I live. At last I feel.
-Me
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