Idealism

I found a perfect family in a perfect house.

I found a little gem in a little pouch.

A dream, a home

An escape from the groans

The tears and the moans

The stares and the tones

All I wanted was peace.

I didn’t want the realism

Just neverending optimism.

Neverending smiles.

So sugary sweet.

Sickening.

I didn’t want problems.

I didn’t want disturbance.

I didn’t want humanity.

Only to live in the good times,

The happy and the fun.

Let’s just skim over the hurt.

Let’s just blur it all out,

If I close my eyes, it doesn’t exist, right?

That childish logic doesn’t age well.

Why can’t we just all get along?

Why is it so complicated?

Why is everything so complicated?

I woke up this morning and discovered that

My perfect snow globe had fallen off its pedestal

Where I had worshipped it the night before.

Laying there on the cold concrete of reality

Shattered.

Utterly broken.

More beautiful than ever.

Each sliver of glass reflecting and refracting

The mess around it

Distortion at its best.

I would never have it any other way.