You know how in the books, there is the crazy
, the lost little boy
shape of a man? You know how in the movies, there
is the charismatic leader, daring and reckless and
? The one fantastic creature of light
movement and life. Yeah
, that one
In the movie or book they are careening towards
a devastating sad ending, where they will explode in a flash of light and noise and meltdown because it is impossible to live with your mind on full throttle and
impossible to see clearly through the dazzling light of unhappiness. And we know this, we can feel it because it's in front of us, and we see the quiet moments between flashbulb smiles.
There are people I know, people we all know, there
is myself at times, and we flit from brightness to
brightness, from happy to happy, high to high, in
search of light. (Or something). There is the glitter
and sparkle and vibrance and spirit, full charm ahead. Too much, brighter and brighter the duller we see, louder and lighter and lovelier.
If this were a book, would we be the ones that sizzle from bright sparks to nothingness?