shards of glass

 



-- by Blue


            Where right is left and left is right, which should one choose? 


            I knew of a saying in the human world. It asked my questions only a little differently. "Where should one go? To the right where nothing is left? Or to the left where nothing is right?" Quite a witty thing to ask I would say, 


            But my problems were far more direct. It had a lot more to do with what was on the other side than what I already had in my past. That other world, it's tempting.


            "Why don't you step out? Why don't you run away with me? I'll show you more beautiful things and places than these. These are just common stuff. I bet you'd flip if you saw the rest of the world! I haven't been to some of them, but we could go together!" that child said. 


            He was from the other side. I called him a child because he was young, but truthfully we were about the same age in human years. Was I a kid? I was supposed to be. But that's just how it is on my side. The grown-ups are kids and the kids are all grown up.


            Where there is light in his world, I find myself thriving in the darkness and doing things meant for the gloom. The good is bad and the bad is good. You hide to survive. You cry to deceive. You laugh through the pain. You steal what you can because no work would ever feed you. 


            You go left and it's right. You go right, that makes you wrong.


            "But that's wrong," he argued. 


            I grimaced before answering. "That's what I said."


            "No, you didn't. You said the opposite!"


            I only shook my head.


            Our conversations usually went like this. They always ended up in banters. We couldn't understand each other. We try to, but the trying always fails. I just resort to keeping quiet lately. My stories were the ones that often spark the arguments. I see no use in starting each one so it was the best decision to not say anything. Besides, listening proved to be entertaining. It also proved to be a temptation meant to lure me toward the outside. 


            "Why can't you run away?" he asked me. 


            "Can't you see? I'm trapped in here," was my immediate response. 


            He tilted his head, confused. "I can't see," he said. "What should I be seeing?"


            This glass, this transparent barrier cold to my touch. It's thick and it's unbreakable. It dictates the places where I should belong. It also tells me where I didn't belong. 


            Yet his confused gaze was never wiped away. 


            What should I tell him to make things clearer? I thought I explained it as simple and as literally as words to describe were used. Was that not enough? Were the rules, the right and the wrong, the lies and the truth, the order of my world affecting everything I said?


            I don't understand it myself.


            But he boy smiled. That child, how could he smile when I'm just about to shed my tears? How could he?


            He drew close, closer than I ever thought possible. Then. he whispered into my ear. 


            How could he whisper so close to my ear? I unconsciously held my breath.


            "There is no glass," he said, 


            Crack. 


            The tears fell before my mind could work. Before my soul could ask, "Was that all it takes? Why did no one ever tell me?"



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