Stay away from broken people, they say. Almost scared of some kind of disease. Frightened from the darkness that we hold and hide inside us. Who needs them anyway. People who cannot stay with us and hold us tight. Who needs them anyway. Let it go they say. If only it was that easy. If only that darkness could be filled by light even if we tried. There are no commands for the darkness. No control. It's absolutely chaotic. A charming, dark chaos deep inside who can suck anyone close enough. Stephen Hawkings said that black holes may be gateways for another universe but no man ever was sucked by a black hole. Even if someone was, actually sucked we would never know. Maybe he completely and instantly disappeared by the gravitational force. Maybe he ended up in another universe where he is rich or poor or married happily with the love of his life. The question is the following. Is it worth the risk? Is it worth getting sucked by such a force? Not knowing where you will end up. If you are gonna be happy or sad? Dead or alive?
I think it is worth it. I wish there was a club for broken people so everyone could combine their broken pieces and make something whole. Something different and new. Something that could actually love again and fall apart one more time. That's life. A combination of sadness and happiness. A relationship of love and hate. Stress and peace. Tranquillity and chaos. Everyone is scared though. It needs strength to get sucked by the darkness. So stay away from broken people they say. Do not walk the path they did.
Who needs them anyway. Maybe, one day, I will find that broken other half. I'm not one of them. They don't know what made us this way. Everyone has their own problems to deal with. Everyone is broken in a way they do not see or do not want to see. It takes strength to stare in the abyss and don't blink. I never blinked to be honest. I never understood why but I didn't blink. I embraced that abyss with arms wide open. No secrets, no games. Just that dark embrace I always wanted. Maybe I was destined for that abyss. It gets lonely inside your own darkness after a while. You want something else. Something different, something new to hold you. It could be someone else's darkness or light. I never bothered to find out. I just wanted that something to embrace me for my own darkness. Accept me for the broken man I am and maybe try to fix me. Never happened. Is it because I never gave a chance? Maybe because my kind of abyss is extremely scary. Who knows. I don't want to know, that's for sure. People stop fighting for their own reasons. Maybe I'm not someone worth fighting for. I hope that one day, someone will come and fight for me. Fight with me.
A two-man army that will go against all the hardships. The army that will withstand the test of time and hardships. That will stand above everything else, celebrating our victory against all. Maybe, someday it will happen.
Until then, stay away from broken people. They are scary. Scary and dark. Their eyes are always stuck, looking at nothing. They emmit that depressing aura that no one wants.
I think it is worth it. I wish there was a club for broken people so everyone could combine their broken pieces and make something whole. Something different and new. Something that could actually love again and fall apart one more time. That's life. A combination of sadness and happiness. A relationship of love and hate. Stress and peace. Tranquillity and chaos. Everyone is scared though. It needs strength to get sucked by the darkness. So stay away from broken people they say. Do not walk the path they did.
Who needs them anyway. Maybe, one day, I will find that broken other half. I'm not one of them. They don't know what made us this way. Everyone has their own problems to deal with. Everyone is broken in a way they do not see or do not want to see. It takes strength to stare in the abyss and don't blink. I never blinked to be honest. I never understood why but I didn't blink. I embraced that abyss with arms wide open. No secrets, no games. Just that dark embrace I always wanted. Maybe I was destined for that abyss. It gets lonely inside your own darkness after a while. You want something else. Something different, something new to hold you. It could be someone else's darkness or light. I never bothered to find out. I just wanted that something to embrace me for my own darkness. Accept me for the broken man I am and maybe try to fix me. Never happened. Is it because I never gave a chance? Maybe because my kind of abyss is extremely scary. Who knows. I don't want to know, that's for sure. People stop fighting for their own reasons. Maybe I'm not someone worth fighting for. I hope that one day, someone will come and fight for me. Fight with me.
A two-man army that will go against all the hardships. The army that will withstand the test of time and hardships. That will stand above everything else, celebrating our victory against all. Maybe, someday it will happen.
Until then, stay away from broken people. They are scary. Scary and dark. Their eyes are always stuck, looking at nothing. They emmit that depressing aura that no one wants.
Who needs them anyway?
No comments:
Post a Comment