Therapy is like, the best! ^_^

[Violet]

I agree with you.. Dreams are valuable, but only to the dreamer at the moment. One day perhaps there will be a dream machine, and all of us dreamers will be celebrities.

Celebrities? You would have the dream fall off of my canvas and flood the world? Dripping... dripping... drizzling? Staining the walls, the floor... the ceiling as a hazy night sky through the bleeding clouds; bitterly starless, the sun itself a distant candle drowning in the sea of tears.

Still, nuclear fire is a terrible thing, and it's glow pierces the cloudgaps in our sky... but can its rays ever caress the earth? Even could they: would they puncture the crust... or is the sun's light but skin deep?

And yet the pieces broken might very well be the strongest gemstone on earth-- Diamonds. Pressure makes beautiful, strong things in its' wake. Everybody fractures. It depends solely on how they respond. You, sweet Alice, respond like a champ.

Broken is strong? Maybe... but it is a painful thing to see, and an ugly thing to look at. Dirty and wretched for having bathed in magma and breathed in ash. Is the price of 'strength' worth what must be endured for it? I will never have contentment... or satisfaction with my life; I as a person cannot feel those things. It's too late for me to turn that around, and I cannot be 'fixed' without melting down every facet of my being and having it ferociously beaten until it is a simplified lump of unrecognizable metal. Whole again... but recycled. Reused. I can die... and perhaps arisen will be a new person in this body. But what a waste of "strength" bitterly gained for sake of appearance bitterly wanting. There is no cure for having endured... those broken to pieces can only stand in pieces; binding them together can never bring them together.

It's not better to be broken, Bunny, no matter the shininess of the slivers: sanity is a pretension of dozens of conflicting personas vying and dying... joviality is a mask for a poisoned face of bitterly icy medicinal murder... confidence is a concealing makeup testily worn while pretending to function as advertised. Peel them back, and peer into the funhouse mirror of the shards just large enough to see... and you'll find a distorted storm that is far far closer than it appears.

Psychotic people don't make for great paperweights.