Monday, August 30, 2010

My Glass House

... is something that I keep to myself. My glass house is my sanctuary for feelings, thoughts, wants, and fears. My glass house is the most important thing in the world to me, and I hate when it's at risk of damage.

Right now, I feel as if there's a category 5 hurricane on the horizon ready to destroy my glass house.

I would be devastated if anything happened to it. For my whole life it has undergone many changes and renovations, reparations and improvements. I live alone in my glass house, under the protection of the cool, delicate surface.
But the problem is that I keep all of my most treasured things in my glass house, and any threat to it makes me panic. The thin, breakable walls just might, at any moment, give to the constant pressure.
See, my glass house was built on a beach near the ocean, surrounded by many other glass houses. They were all like mine, but each unique in their own way. Sometimes, I love living on the beach. Hot, sunny days are spent enjoying the peace and happiness living in the moment. These days, everything goes right.
But then sometimes, hurricanes roll through and it's a horrible time for my glass house. The high winds and rain threaten to shatter the walls and harm everything inside. Everything I hold so dearly to my heart.

I never know what to do when disaster strikes. Sometimes I choose to help break down the walls in spite of myself, just to get the pain over with. But sometimes, I can repare the broken walls. That is, with enough effort. I'm just afraid because I make the same mistake every time I try to repare the glass in the walls, since it's always the same things that break them.

I know I don't have a really beautiful glass house like some others do, but I like mine. It's the house I built myself, and the one I'm stuck with forever. I love it, and hate it at the same time; through the holes in the walls I can feel the cold air from outside creeping in. It makes it hard to sleep in my pretty house.

Sometimes I wish I could just move in to another glass house with someone else.


Well, as lame as I am.


- K

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