#00Buck Posted July 19, 2016 Share Posted July 19, 2016 The only times I’ve felt like myself is when the ship is on its side with waves swamping the deck and lightning threatening to strike the mast. When everyone else scatters and hides I finally get a chance to enjoy the view. When everything is on fire, when all things are destroyed, in the seconds that I’m flying through the air before I crash. That’s where I feel like I belong. It is only in the moments where the world around me is consumed with terror and chaos that I have the peace to feel comfortable being myself. I find peace in solitude. So I seek solitude in public. In a crowd of people that moment where you say the wrong thing and everyone takes a sold step back and silence covers everything like a warm fuzzy blanket. In that moment I am alone and I am myself. Most of the time I am not needed. I’m the fire extinguisher, defibrillator, flare gun, parachute, red handled axe with “in case of emergency break glass” written across the door. But when people need me they really need me. I stand beside them in my pile of broken glass. Everything chaotic, out of control, but standing fast the calm little center in the eye of the storm ready to be swung. When everything is done they put me away and I wait. Ignored or sometimes even asked to make excuses for my existence. I sit in my glass case and wait for someone to break it. I know someone will they always do. I love the sound of breaking glass. It signals that I am born again. When that day comes I’ll be needed but until then I sit uncomfortable… Until I get a chance to be myself again. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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