ever felt like your dreams were coated in glass? glass which magnifies everything good about it [for dreams have no flaws], glass which creates the illusion of it being within your grasp - even when it is untouchable.

ever walked into a glass door without knowing it was there? that's how it is. you run towards it with anticipation but you can't walk through glass. you thought you could feel it, you thought you could see it actually becoming real, but it was just another dream, frozen in super cooled liquid.

and what if you do get through? what if you managed to break the glass with your bare hands? it splinters in your face, a scar for every sin. and as the shards come loose, your lifelong dreams don't look like they're worth much. the shimmer on the surface is gone - it was induced by the glass. but i hope they were worth your toiling, the sacrifice of your young time and your endless backstabbing. how many throats did you cut to get to the top? think about it.

[unedited]

sorry i'm being sordid. i had inspiration to write this when i walked into a glass door at my tutors house last week. of course i felt like a straight fool, but it set me thinking and i started writing even though i was supposed to be practicing how to write ci yus. i have never quite gotten rid of my fascination with glass - which can explain my pen name [glass.] and my old diary id [glasswall] and the references to it in most of my poems. concealing, yet revealing.

+ posted by M @ 6:28 PM