Monday, June 05, 2017

People can snap apart like twigs. (For Chris Cornell)

People can snap apart like twigs
It’s the way the cookie crumbles
The way the starartist dies, alone in a hotel room in Detroit

People’s voices no longer reached him
He was floating out in space with no anchor to remind him of his frailties
It sucks when all the air is sucked from your body and your consciousness caves in on itself like a condemned building or hostile takeover

We mustn’t forget we’re human to a fault and when that fault’s disconnected all hell can and will break loose
In the eye of the storm don’t forget to look up for Heavenly Aid because looking within doesn’t always do the trick
What if he woke up in the middle of a night terror and realized he was the enemy he’d been sleeping with this entire time?

People can break apart too easily in a perfect storm
Thunder and lightning the pyrotechnics we desire to separate us from the other animals in this suburban jungle of waste and squalor
Even superstars get tired and need to come down from the day to day and sometimes the only way to do that is by altogether removing themselves from the game

Charles Cicirella

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