Monologue

I sat there drinking my coffee. It gave me a cozy feeling, holding the mug as it warmed up my cold hands. The kind of warmth that spreads through your entire being. For those several moments, everything feels so pleasant, out of harm’s reach. I sat there, wondering through my thoughts.  Til it hit me off guard. There was a crack in the mug. Someone had put it back together. Sure, it works.. sure it gets the job done..sure it seems perfectly fine, but it will never be what it used to. It was a broken mug; no matter how many people drank from it, denying that it was flawed, trying to see past it… I knew the truth, and no matter how many times it could break and is put back together,  it’ll never ever ever be back to its original form. It was then that I started to look around me, and I started to wonder, and my heart started to feel heavy, filling with emotion, nervously trying to swallow it down, to make the feeling go away. How many people do we pass everyday, interact with everyday, talk to everyday? Do we see the cracks they hide? Why do people pretend they’re okay when they’re not? Pretending that those cracks aren’t there, making believe they don’t exist. How could we be so oblivious to it? The people we love, the people we would do anything for, filled with so much pain. The people that give us those cozy feelings, the ones that warm up our cold hands. The kind of warmth that spreads through your entire being. And when you’re with them, for those several moments, everything feels so pleasant, out of harm’s reach.