Curiosity is a drug. It tempts us with its vagueness. It is a fatal attraction which leads us into a downward spiral of unknowns. What draws us to dark corners? To the tall, mysterious stranger on the other side of the room? Curiosity! Because everyone loves a little mystery every now and again. Sometimes, though, it may be better for certain things (and people) to just remain a mystery. Like the geishas of Japan, it is best for them to remain a secret, hidden by shadows. These people live in a secret world, one that can only thrive off of the very curiosity it strikes in the minds ordinary people.
You were once a mystery to me. A forbidden puzzle I was afraid to put together. You were just too complex. Until I realized there was nothing beyond the shadows you cast. There was no mystery worth solving. No prize to be won. No danger. No risk. And once I figured that out, it was only a matter of time before I realized that it wasn’t even that I was scared to put you together, but rather I wasn’t ready to be disappointed by the fact that, once again, my “mortal curiosity” had gotten the better of me, and actually tricked me into believing, whole-heartedly, that you were a mystery.
I wanted to believe you were something more. Someone that was not the cruel, senseless individual people made you to be. I wanted to believe you had a heart, one that was shattered and crying out to be put back in one whole piece. I wanted to believe in you.
But how can you believe in someone who doesn’t believe in himself? The same way you cure someone that doesn’t believe they need medicine; you can’t. Until they reach out and ask, you can’t force them to see the pain they put themselves through. You can’t make anyone believe their lives can be different. They have to see the sky on their own.
Curiosity is my drug. Curiosity drew me to you. Curiosity blinded me from seeing just how reckless and selfish a human can really be. But if it weren’t for my curiosity, I would have been just as blind and confused as the rest. You warped their minds into becoming just like yours. You won them over, and I was your new target. But you can’t expect a broken heart to shatter, and you can’t expect to corrupt someone who’s already been corrupted. Curiosity protected me this time. Curiosity is my drug.
I just entered rehab. -GL
· Sat Feb 27, 2010 @ 05:28pm · 0 Comments