I really really really really really had to put something down on a page today. It’s an 11 x 17 in a stupendously early draft form, but it dissolved some of the cobwebs in my brain, making this post altogether worth it. ♥ EAB
Fear
From the tiny, perhaps trivial – wasp wings
and spidery spites – to the monolithic,
maybe the mundane – losing one’s liberty
and everlasting loneliness – they become
crystalline within, although colorless and
oftentimes odorless, stacking one reason
for failure on top of another like a
losing hand of playing cards. They are the sharp
somethings that can’t be seen or touched and yet are
cradled in the folds of the brain, molecules
that glide over the membranes in the way that
sunlight slides over the synaptic windows
of the skyline at dawn. Glass reinterprets
the light for the sheltered: it’s never as bright
as it is – heaven and hell always exist
beyond silicate structures – for perception
is never the reality, isn’t it?