The project of Uncertainty

It hangs in the air

Silent yet full

Full of hope, hopeless

Contradiction, paradox, oxymoron

Wonderful, anxious, sadistic, masochistic. 

Envious, precious, regretted, unsaid

Frightening, exhilarating, Fantasy, agony

Hell, heaven. 

A leap into the void

Landing on my feet, shattering my heart

Piecing it together, keeping it safe

Letting it out, exploring the beyond. 

Blacks, whites, greys

Caution, abandon, melting away, freezing hard

The illusion of hard walls, the softness of snow

Salty tears, brilliant smiles, mellow sunshine and harsh cold. 

Going away, coming back

Messy and magical, rules and bent lines.

Walking on broken glass

The view outside my window

I stood at the window, staring
Strains of music wafted into my ears from the distance
Suddenly I just had to do it.
So I did.
I dropped the glass
It shattered with the tinkle of a million bells
Pleasant, unlike the clang of metal
And I put my bare feet on it.
An instant of pleasure followed by the prick of many needles.
Breaking rules is like walking on broken glass.


P.S: the title to this post is borrowed from Annie Lennox's song of the same name.