I dreamt last night that there were all of these broken shards of glass scattered around on top of the earth.
It was almost like they were tectonic plates- that nature had to burst open and let herself crack and expose the fragments that once were whole and now form separate islands, separate lands, yet are still connected.
It was almost like they were the pieces of my mind that have been fractured and pulled apart into so many places. The parts of me that thinks this is just a dream, and that this is an absurd reality. The parts of me that want so deeply to achieve my dreams and longings, and the parts of me that hits up against so much hard that it doesn’t seem possible to even make breakfast in the morning.
They were beautiful. And they were hideous.
It was almost as if they were the lobes of my lungs, each part working together to allow me to breathe my deep breaths. The brilliance of our bodies that have all of these parts that allow us function when it all works. And, how fragile we are, that we could fall apart at any moment.
It was almost as if they were the divisions within my heart, the parts that crack wide open and expose themselves to the world and the parts that want to shield and protect with sharp edges and thick walls, so that no one will come in or see what is really going on.
They were complete each of them. They needed each other to make the whole.
It was almost as if they were bodies scattered upon the earth. Each one parted this place with it’s broken-ness from a system that wouldn’t let up. The shards of memories both remembered and forgotten. They lay on the ground exposed to the elements. Will they break down eventually? How will they decompose?
Who will write down the truths of each one’s gifts and shadows?
They were dangerous. And, they were fearless.