Shattered.

What do you do when your entire reality falls to pieces? Not the dainty falling of the leaves when fall finally comes to visit, but rather the falling of shards of glass as they hit the marble floor. Listen to the sound it makes. If only the sound that would ring in my ears was the soft sound of a single feather falling to the ground. But it is not. It never is. Reality is far too frail to remain silent as it falls to the ground. Instead, my ears ring of shattered memories. It's different now. It'll be ok. I imagine we all tell ourselves these very things - that life moves on and we will never again think of the shards of glass that now remain scattered across the floor. You can't pick up the pieces and put them back together - it's not that easy. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. For why else does life test us if not to poke and prod at us while we make fools of ourselves? Imagine life standing on the side of the road, snickering at our bumbling selves as we try to piece our lives back together. Life is just not the same with reality all over the floor. How could it be? A lollipop is no longer thought to be a healthy broccoli added to our healthy bodies, but rather a heart attack waiting to happen. Comatose. What do you do? What are we supposed to DO? I don't know. I don't know if we should continue to sit there, sobbing like idiots at what we once knew to be our realities, or if we should pick ourselves up and move along. Perhaps shop for another reality. A nicer one - one with windows and a white picket fence. Yes, perhaps we should all do that. After all, what do we have to lose?