Glass hearts and their beauty

When tautened by this image below, it almost seems directly negative and lost. 

Notice though, in my title I stated it's beauty. The beautiful thing about this glass heart is that it is Broken. 

How can broken be beautiful...well how can nature be beautiful. The beholder of beauty of course sees beauty in its own way. 

I witness a woman when I see a glass heart, fragile but strong. Stubborn but weak... a woman with a glass heart.

We feel emotions even when we are numb and feels as if emotions do not exist. 

In the past few years that I've live I've learned that even in the dark there can be a beauty, that beauty is in the glass heart. 

What happens when it breaks though? Nothing.

There is no such thing as nothing tho?

There is something that is nothing.

If it breaks we throw it away but not without thinking "can I fix it?" 

Human's who feel pain or face different struggles in the stages of life are like this too.

I say: Keep it, remember the pain but further more remember that the grace of the glass is the light in the dark. 

Remember..it's beauty.

-LiXmei

Reminising in the Tunnel

"Reminiscence. Recall. Memories. "

     It is hard to actually recall memories of our childhood, but it is not unlikely once the mind has become attentive to the things that happens around it to recall from time to time memories of remorse, love, or happiness.
The Human Mind has its own way of working why we remember and recall what we do much mean the mind has created a memory tunnel for us to not forget a certain memory. For some people though it is the people in our memories perhaps that trails us back to reminiscence those moments.

[Tunnel Inquired]
It is dark and it is cold,
I am alone and lost...
searching for warmth, i feel bewildered
approaching the tunnel I wish for more
into the past I feel not poor
into the future I can inquire for warmth
Perhaps it is me, her, or he
Memories lost, memories gained
Today I walk into the tunnel
Blinking my eyes to wonder
....memories, lost yet alive
in a tunnel I fear not to strive


....life is that complete maybe.
We know not of tomorrow, know not of the future, but we can recall the past. Remembering things as we like, recalling them as we would enjoy to say.
The tunnel of time, the tunnel of memories, or that tunnel of emotions that keeps us remembering our pains, our loves, our sadness... it no one but ourselves that leaves these trails and caves that leads to our past, and soon our futures.

*tunnel* (photodislcaimer/not my own)

-LXMEI-