“We’re like children with all these games we play.
Reckless, heedless, mindless, unguarded.
With those clever words, all the harmful things we say -
the most awful of things, nonetheless rewarded.
The flames we dance in front of with the sparks so inviting
the eyes we hypnotize with our stares so enticing.
The hearts we trap, supposedly for safe keeping
are the very hearts that topple over, hoping, beating,
bleeding.
Once I was a victim, a sad old trial
another mere heart toyed with by the experts, by the intellectual.
For sheer amusement, I was kept close by -
as if to play a part so critical,
living the disguised nightmare, a hopeless case of denial.”
- A
[ 12.22.11 ]

Certain things happen so rarely that I don’t even see it coming. Ever felt that way? Like you were blithely living in oblivion, just to eventually get knocked down? Now I know why I was never too fond of surprises. Too many let downs. Is this another one of life’s ironies? Are the good things merely teasers? Teasers that sooner or later lead you to destruction? Where is clarity, anyway?

Now, I’ve been rendered speechless. How do you do that so well? Don’t answer that.