I never could understand how one person could become so deluded. To be shown such generosity and caring and then to turn around and try to pass of ones delusions as reality, cast blame as if it were a game of dice and you’re just taking chances with the roll. Maybe, just maybe, the dice will land right and all your troubles will vanish like mist, magically fixed with that fairy tale promise of childhood naivety.

It amazes me how easy someone will shoulder off their burden onto another and expect them to carry it along with their own. How is it that they cannot bear their burden and use it to shape themselves, strengthen their souls? Those are the ones that remain ever fragile, ever weak, cannot face the world as it comes and escape into their comfort zones at the first sight of danger while in the meantime they wear down and wear away at those who would protect them and help them stand against the onslaught the world brings.

Soon each and every person these people infect will be nothing but hollow husks, blown apart by the slightest wind of trouble and left to crumble; weak and faceless beings that no longer have a soul strong enough to sustain the animated flesh they once called theirs.

The strong are only so strong, the weak so very weak, and none can stand up to the eroding pain of a too heavy burden for long, but who are these people to decide they can pass off their pain, their troubles, the things that give substance to our shells and shape our flexible forms onto another. Childhood naivety, fractured fairytales, the unforgiving grain in whipping winds those too afraid to live will expose another to just to save themselves.

In the end we shall be littered with corpse husks and shattered souls; no soul strong enough to stand up to the madness alive enough to go forth with the first step…