the one with the fragile creatures
"if heaven and hell decide
that they both are satisfied
illuminate the 'no's on their vacancy signs
if theres no one beside you
when your soul embarks
then i will follow you into the dark"
how do you measure something that cannot be quantified? how do you describe something that only exists in that special parelled universe reserved for the person who is experiencing it.. what is this magical substance that springs up from its well in an instant as fast as it disappears back in hiding.. as if mocking you.. taunting you to come back and find it.. it lies in waiting for the unsuspecting victims that time and time again fall prey to the allure of its unpredictability and unknowability.. in the elusive quest to define and explain and theoretify it.. does anybody know its secret? tell me.. i want to know
we are all fragile creatures.. governed by a set of innate rules we built within ourselves to protect us from the many travails that will befall us in this lifetime.. but rules are meant to be broken.. how many times have we come to school late.. not tucked in our shirt.. not worn our tie.. handed in homework late..just like the compulsion to break rules in school once propelled us to total anilhalation of reason.. once in a while something comes along that makes us question our loyalty to the boundaries that we ourselves.. and we abandon ourselves to the utter hopelessness unbridled emotion brings.. unchecked and free to run amok in the playground that is our minds..
we are all porcelain..yes we are

