Ramblings~

Mood: Thoughtful
Listening to: Middle of Nowhere by Hot Hot Heat
Reading: Vellum by Hal Duncan
Watching: Grey's Anatomy

*note: I have no idea where this came from, it just came, and I just started typing.

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You know what's the problem with broken things?

We forget about them.

When something gets broken, it's usually followed by this period in time where we try everything in our power to fix it. Eventually...we move on, we put the broken pieces behind us and we keep going forward. We forget. Why is it we never remember where we put that broken door knob or that torn photograph or that bent key. It's because we forget about the broken things. Some people keep the broken things in front of them, all the time. Constantly reminding themselves that it's broken but somewhere along the way these people don't realise thier breaking something else and all it leads to is something else being forgotten. Why do people forget? Why is it we can never just remember, without the hurt, the pain or the guilt or some other depressing feeling. Maybe it just hurts to much, maybe subconciously we don't want to remember the toy with the broken wheel or the empty space on the other side of the bed. Broken hearts are the worse, they give you an ultimatum; "put the broken pieces behind you or we break you too". Usually we choose not to get ripped into a million pieces, torn asunder by the catastrophic havoc caused by a broken heart or at least we try. We try to choose the easy way out, it's human nature but sometimes I stop and I think to myself; what is it like? What is it like to have your soul shatter and you're there watching it fall slowly, each shard caught by the clutches of time slowing down, each shard crashing painfully on to the hard, cold, stone floor. And you're there, you're there looking at those shards and you're looking at yourself as well and you just stare and you don't know what to do. What do you do? What can we do? What can anyone do? We just stand there and stare... Then we realise that our heart is still here, it's still beating, we're still alive and we...we have to move on. We all do...the wheel turns...life goes on...