Like Glass

how do we carry on when our lives are knocked to the floor, shattered like glass, consequently scattered and the pieces never to be assembled again.
scraping and trying to discern what pieces fit back together, while we find that we're missing too many pieces to make this life look the way it did before someone took it and knocked it off the shelf.
we're all made of the thinnest glass possible, we just guard the glass differently.
placed on higher shelves, encased in glass boxes or stowed away where no one will find it.

what do we do when we pick up that shattered glass, but throw it away.
if we cherished what is now the shattered remains, we might hold off for a bit,
but in the end we know it's useless to keep the pile we've brushed together.
which of us melts that glass and molds the pieces back together?

how do we carry on

Not Too Vast

We've crossed many plains, we've watched the sun rise and set.
We chased it as far as we could before being outrun and exhausted by the chase.
We've scaled mountains, climbed trees and swam across tranquil lakes that act as the mountain's mirrors.
We've counted stars as we tried to fall asleep
and kept wishes secret from each other as we watched stars streak across the sky.

We've crossed this planet vast
and we've crossed it together.

On Taming Tongues

The hardest thing about shutting up
will always be
swallowing my pride
and letting silence speak instead of me

silence won't always look golden
but words already spoken
can never be silenced

what i cast in impure metal
will never be gold

what should be said
rarely sees the light of day

while what should never
see the light of day
pollutes the air

What is my strength
and what do my words matter?
when i say absolutely nothing
in the loudest voice

all i spit
only repulses, creates disharmony
and sprays on all those around me

building nothing but rust
debilitating and destroying

so cast me down
and take my speech

I'd rather be force fed meaningful silence
than gorge myself with meaningless words
that only get thrown up on those nearest me

let my silence make others golden

On Desiring to Venture About

I have many doubts and questions surrounding why it is that I love what I love.
What I'm talking about is Japan.
As far back as being 8 or 9 years old, I've had a fascination with Japan.
I used to blame my infatuation with Anime and Manga as my reasoning,
but that isn't very relevant anymore, since I hardly watch or read these pieces of Japanese pop culture.
With further thought, I've come to the conclusion that it was never those portions of pop culture that pulled me to Japan.
Maybe I can blame my grandparents, having lived there for a time when my dad was young.
so is it a social factor of my upbringing? seeing many souvenirs and hearing stories from Japan in my delicate years are the reason?
I might have been able to blame this obsession on my family when I was younger,
but I don't think that holds much merit now.

I'm my own person, at least I like to think that I am, and after so many years I'm still quite obsessed with this place and its culture.

which bring me to my thoughts now, I am infatuated with this place because of many things, I think.
the culture fascinates me, it's exotic.
the language is very intriguing and I love learning it.
the above serves to explain that
this place is different from my own place.
a vastly different culture than my own
a foreign country where they don't speak my language
and a place where people interact differently than they do here.

the clincher is that, I've never even been to Japan.
which raises this fear that my infatuation with this culture is like that of a small girl's crush.
In that when I am finally able to visit Japan I'll see the ugly side and I'll suddenly snap out of my delusion
and then never want to return, ever again.
the exotic feeling will fade, and so will my infatuation with Japan,
this is my ultimate fear.

but does this fear have any grounds?