Iris Ocean Writing

  Spending my time to not be afraid of this glass house the fragile floors that can plunge you to the dark basement. How can the light not penetrate it? The first step takes months, to check for the cracks, to make sure I won't cave in, to stop being afraid. Is bravery not doing the things that scare you? All the while I haven't noticed you have one foot out the door. The glass floor scares you too. How do you know what is worth fighting for? I could run away, like you, but I'm tired. Tired of glass houses. Tired of their doors. Tired of their heartbroken basements. Tired of running. Isn't every choice a leap of faith? I have the scars to prove that glass houses cut deep. And the memories to show the beauty of the sun shining through surrounding you in its warmth. Do the rewards not outweigh the risks? The choice is always the same. Take the risk. Or go. Go and find another risk to take. Every time the same. Just another glass house. Does the cycle ever end?

Cold. The search for human affection proved fruitless. The loneliness of someone's arms is shocking. Your heart locked away your body taking over and the desire to love again extending the gap. Protecting yourself from pain hurts. Running away from emotions fails unless you never stop running. But you will. And they will catch up. Don't fear the pain. Feel it. Taste it. The tears cleanse your soul so you can have a blank sheet. New love can only come after the last one is gone. To make your heart strong you need to let it feel.