Broken

 

People are broken. We all carry the bleeding shards of our secrets, our fears, our hidden reflections. All of us wear happy faces dominated by mourning eyes because they are spectators to the violence inside. We always make the mistake of believing that the eyes are a one-way street.

There is a reason we look into someone's eyes and dive deep to know the truth, the love, the pain they feel. There is a reason tears flow from our beautiful irises, whether of joy or sadness. There is a reason we close our eyes to allow ourselves peace.

We are all broken people inside. We are afraid to show it in a world where it's survival of the strongest. And in the end, for most of us, that's the only thing that matters. We forget that we feel and instead stow them away like unclaimed baggage in an airport. Only this time, you know what's inside, and leave it behind still.

We are all crumbling inside. We put up walls so we can get through this life if not unscathed, at least uninvaded. We let in one, maybe two people inside our borders through that single gate for our entire lifetime. And we hope, they do the same and take us further than we have ever been before.

We are not the only ones who are broken. Everyone is one way or the other. So look into their eyes, their irises, their souls, and you will find someone who is as finely ground powder as you are. If you find that, you are lucky, for the simple reason that you can fix each other without words. You can turn from powder to fractured glass with a look, a smile, a sticky note on the fridge, it doesn't matter! The small things you do matter and that is all you need if you trust another enough to let them in. Give them a guided tour of your destruction, rage, and pain. Tell them what makes you happy.  Let them see how exquisite you are. Show them that you understand their inexplicables.

 We are all broken souls here. And if you do this, I will do the same for you.