Fragile.

There are times when we just feel so fragile. So vulnerable. A simple blow of wind could knock you off. Making you wither and shiver. Sending a longing signal to your lonely brain. Forming a sharp thought of happiness that manages to tear you apart and leave you bleeding to your death.

Being a ghost, I imagine, must be a lot like feeling fragile. You are transparent. You have no real power. Don't even bother to try to reach for help when you know they can barely hear you.

Because you. are. a. ghost.

Your fragility does that to you.

Because when you're hurting

You are being reminded of your own humanity.

Of your own weak flesh.

Of your thick blood running in veins.

Of your soft skin grazing the air.

Of your lungs full of relief.

Of your heart beating in sync.

Of your brain muttering in silence.

Of your very existence on the surface of the Earth.

Beads of pearl.

...just ran down my cheek.

Over something inexplainable.

A melted pot of anger, jealousy, hatred, selfish wanton, ego, and loneliness.

Trapped.

It begins down there. Bubbling, stirring. In the depth of your gut.

When joy starts to drifting away, you have to grasp onto a surface.

When the surface starts to crumble, probably you need to grip it harder. Keep it together.

And when you're tired, you should be able to let go.

Because to let go is to be humane.

I feel like I'm drowning.

Mellow Melody

As I laid my head upon my pillows, I couldn't help but thinking;

How are you doing there?
Are you fine?
Don't be stressed out.
Have I crossed your mind today?

The Mind is A Multi Faced Bit*h

Have you ever felt betrayed by your own mind?

I have.