Unexplainable

by, Cassandra

It's not like it was before. Don’t know when, or why, it changed. All I know is that nothing is the same. It’s… new. Only not. It’s used, and abused, and scarred, and definitely not what anyone would expect. Not for this. Not now.

The scars run deep, deeper the can ever be fixable. But they shine like that Moon in the midnight sky. Beautiful. Nearly touchable, if you want it bad enough. They’re not flaws. They don’t scream “It hurt so badly, but I survived.” No, these scars whisper oh-so sweetly “Don’t you wish you could be just like me?”

It’s not damaged. It’s not horrid. It draws your eye. It hurts to look, but you just cannot turn away. It’s beautiful in that twisted sort of way, and you can’t help but wonder how anything could be that… perfect… after everything it must’ve gone through. Because you know it did.

It broke once. It shattered into a million pieces on the ground, but even in the middle of its darkest hour… its’ sparkle outshone the Stars. It maintained its’ dignity when anything else would have crumbled into ash. The Wind wanted to carry it away, but it denied even Her. Pissed Her off, it did, but even now, the Wind still longs, dreams, wishes for the day when it will finally succumb.

And, I know, you want to know what this “It” is… I can’t explain it. It’s everything and nothing. It’s good, but it’s oh-so bad at heart. It has broke, but it managed to pull itself back from the brink of oblivion. And, no matter what anyone say… it is not going anywhere.

It is here to stay, in all its’ beautiful gruesome glory. The Sun, Moon, Stars, and Wind hate it… but, then again, it’s a thin line, isn’t it?