dried up skulls with motionless eyes pulled out of their sockets lie about on forgotten land as more are placed in the jars, already filled with other dusty, dirt covered eyeballs. the strangely clean glass containers in which the eyes are placed stand on wood shelves, calling, b e g g i n g, to be set free from the trap of the elderly, blind man's clutches.
After hearing about the tragedies happening around us, she decides to make paper stars. Lots and lots of stars.
She asks for empty bottles from the neighbours and her friends. She fills the bottles with these stars, folding away all her problems into glass bottles and jars of all shapes and sizes. After she fills the bottles and jars she hands them to her friends and family.
She gives one to me.
The paper stars in a rainbow pattern, they seem so full of wonder. Even if they are nothing more than paper encased in glass.
I take the glass jar and place it on the top shelf of my school locker. Reminding me that I can keep a piece of home and happiness close to me.
But it didn't last.
After I made some mistakes I didn't feel as though I wanted any happiness near me. I wanted to take every bit of hope and hide it away.
I took the jar of paper stars out of my locker 2 days ago.
Holding it close to my chest as I walked down the halls of my school.
My head hanging. Eyes glued to the floor.
Walking away from everything.
But still sort of hopeful... Wishing for a bit more optimism.
A shining star.
My sister will always be one of my biggest inspirations.
Today without question I placed myself in a glass jar filled with you. With no way of closing the jar I left the lid undone, Already beginning to sink I watched you ooze out, spilling against the sides. I sat puzzled as I sunk to the bottom. Reaching watching those familiar parts of you slip through my fingers. There was no way I could recover the parts of you dripping to the outer bottom of the jar. Never once did I think to breathe
The stars are caught in his eyes tonight, lets capture them in glass jars and hang them on our peeling wall as reminder and a promise of the taste of your laughter and mine. It hums in our mouths as we travel the world together within our thoughts and words spreading the warmth that lingers at the latest of hours of the darkest night. So pick a jar, my love, and open it, plant the seed of our hopes and dreams, water it within your deepest soils, an exposed soul to a harsh reality. Lets watch it survive the elements within its protective crown of thorns and grow into something truly extraordinary.