when we are young the world is full of wonder
bright lights, small creatures and games of mummies and daddies.
as we grow we start to see the cracks on the surface.
the cold white of the hospital walls
the fragility of the insect under our foot
the image of the happy family sour and rot before our eyes.
yet the world still has its beauty
the oceans of opportunity lay before us and we gladly set sail across them
towards the sky, the horizon
where all our hopes and dreams lay
but the further our ship sails away from the safety of the land, the more we realise that those so called cracks were not cracks at all
they were the truth.
and the cracks were our haven
our safe place.
they allowed us to see the world with an innocence which made it seem beautiful and simple.
an innocence we were forced to abandon.
the more we sail, the more we see,
and the more we pray for someone to blind us.
so we can go back to the land inside our heads.
where everything was possible and no one left us behind.