Shadow of the Reality
So many things have happened lately; I kinda feel like I'm running through a field and thorns on the briars and brambles are catching at my skin, pulling and tearing until I bleed. Not a lot, really, they're only scratches, but they still sting; not enough to bring tears to my eyes, not enough to really mention, but enough that they will leave scars. Tiny silvery traces across my arms and legs, a testimony to my jaunt through the wilds.
I am somewhat numb. These things, these thorns, they scratch and pull, but at the same time they tower over me, huge monoliths in my path that precious few others can see. I see them, I know they can cause me harm, but I don't fear them. It's like I'm living in a shadow of the reality that my life isn't under my control. That these monoliths could, at any moment, topple over on me. But, like not seeing the forest for the trees, I ignore them, and continue on my merry way despite the danger I'm in. I cannot ignore them forever.
One day, the shadow will fail me, and I will have to face the reality.
I am somewhat numb. These things, these thorns, they scratch and pull, but at the same time they tower over me, huge monoliths in my path that precious few others can see. I see them, I know they can cause me harm, but I don't fear them. It's like I'm living in a shadow of the reality that my life isn't under my control. That these monoliths could, at any moment, topple over on me. But, like not seeing the forest for the trees, I ignore them, and continue on my merry way despite the danger I'm in. I cannot ignore them forever.
One day, the shadow will fail me, and I will have to face the reality.