I have always been so fragile. No one really ever sees the way I break. They catch of glimpse of me being aggravated or irritable. Maybe they see me a bit angry or frustrated, but no one really ever sees me the way I get when I am alone. All of the days events play through my head like a movie reel. Every harsh word I shrugged off, every foul act I witnessed, every foolish thing I did or said, each priceless moment I ruined, all the blessings I didn’t bother to notice, all the insecurities driving others to hate dive to the depths in my chest, and I lay there feeling empty. How can people be so cruel and heartless without even noticing or flinching? Since when did unawareness become cool? My tattered soul lives in disbelief of the world around it; man-kind is a problem. I am fragile. I constantly break in this world where it is a burden and a crime to care. I lay shattered from my thoughts. I walk wounded from my heart, but no one sees this.
Stars live their lives alone, and lightyears away from other stars; content with being. They shine brightly and independently, yet are disgraced by poor metaphors used by young lovers to free themselves from loneliness. Let your lover be the star you claim to appreciate so much.
So the Yosemite photos have received a lot of likes and re-blogs. A major thank you to all who have appreciated them. It means a lot. Much love.