Possibilities

A Story by Alisa Js

Why do so many of us never share what's really on the insIde? Chattering away, muttering mundane pleasantries no one means or actually believes in. Superficial nonsense at the highest level.

Pathetic platitudes, tossed about like trees in the wind and forgotten the next minute as the mind races, wrapped around fast forward .

Rather, we find ourselves outside some veiled universe on the wrong side of reality, wondering how we ended up here. Wondering if there's another way or is this it, for the rest of our days, as we languish somewhere between madness and crazy.

I find myself wondering if there actually is anything to this concept of 'safety'. Is anything really safe? Without harm? Without difficulities? Or could it be our minds again, endlessly searching for answers in the midst of chaos... in the middle of these silent screams.

Are there other possibilities that exist? And if they do, what stops us from walking through those doors, that is, if there are any doors at all. Do we turn back due to fear or familiarity ... habit.... stupidity... there are times, I can't determine which.

I close my eyes and think of him. He was the bright spark to my dark nights, and my dark nights lasted for months. I wonder if he thinks of me, should a random thought descend his way.

Somewhere, deep inside, I try to remember what safety felt like, how wonderful it would be and for the life of me, I draw a blank...