Just Look

If you ever look close enough I’m sure, wherever you are, something draws your attention, takes you away from reality; leaves you with the feeling of complete realization of the true beauty hidden in such an ordinary object. For me, the idea of glass just makes me take a second and really look; on the surface it may just seem to be your average everyday bottle or vase, but when gazing at the complete detail of these, everything normal seems so much more vital and beautiful. Ever since I was little, I would line up empty glass perfume bottles or colorful vases found at some rummage sale from down the street. When the sun reached its highest peak during the day I would walk into my room and watch the ordinary glass transform everything around me into something almost magical. Everything in our lives today are set on such a fast moving track that small details are almost always overlooked. Just take a step back and slow down, because some of the true beauties in life are only found when you stop and look.

My Savor

The constant twists and turn,

The ongoing struggle.

The lives fallen victim,

The tarnished pride.

The pain crushing sprits,

The complete agony.

With every blow comes anguish,

With every wound comes distress.

But the light of him shines bright,

Pulling me through the darkness.

He illuminates the path of good,

He is my savor.  

"I'm Sorry"

It never is truly enough to say, “I’m sorry.” Those words, spoken in so many different variations of tones and phrases, after time, lose their meaning. It was no different in this occasion either, even with the false sincerity seeping from every ounce of the girl opposite of me. This stranger, this unfamiliar form, never once faltered as their gaze bore into me, waiting for a response. But how can I give one? I knew this stranger once to be as timid as I always felt, knew the pain they masked and battles they fought, the battles we fought together, at yet, in this moment, I knew nothing of this stranger but her name. The constant competition, the typical fighting, always striving to be the best; it made this situation all the more familiar because once again she’d come out on top, once again she’d won, and once again I was left on the losing side of things, the failure. Did it really matter if I was miserable, as long as one of us was happy? Did it really matter that I didn’t win? Was it sick that even this was a competition? The thoughts kept up their on-going stream through my head, questioning everything I’ve ever known to do, but it was no use because this stranger wasn’t a stranger, she wasn’t some unfamiliar form, she was my best friend, and no matter how much it hurt, losing our friendship wasn’t worth anything as stupid as this. With all the strength I could muster, the words formed and came out in a calm, even tone, “It’s okay, I understand.” And with a defeated smile, my numbing body retreated to its familiar shell of lost hope.

The Crossings

In the novel Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde the reoccurring motif of doors is apparent in the first chapters, but what is the true implication of these entrances? These openings work as a crossing between the good and evil sides of man; showing the duality in which man was created from and still live by today. The doors are the passage into extreme opposites; good vs. evil, heaven vs. hell, benevolence vs. malevolence. On one side lives the expected, the safe, while the opposite imposes dark intentions and dangerously powerful ideas. Each side posses the power to succeed, yet the evil prevails because of lack of judgment and hesitance. The vast differences of these sides split the emotions of man clear down the middle, which the doors a mean of entrance into something sinister or respectable.