I once heard a story about a man and a woman, who thought they were in love. They were happy while it lasted, but they knew that eventually it would end. They knew that their love was as brittle as peace, and they knew that it would come crashing down. He chose to just ignore the inevitable rather than fighting against it, to save their glass relationship. He didn't care whether or not they stayed together, he just wanted all of the pain to go away because it was blinding him. The pain of keeping his love afloat was more powerful than the love feeding his pain. He didn't know that suffering and love go hand in hand, swaying to the cracks in their life, their love breaking as he turns away from his lover. Then one day, he knelt to the pain. It had overwhelmed him, and he gladly gave in.
She was the soldier fighting on, even when the war has already been lost. She was the one trying to put together the glass prison of their love back together, and she was cut as a reward. She tried to help him, tried to save him from giving up, gave him her hand when he fell towards the light. But when he wouldn't take her help, she gave up as well, gave one last glance, and left.
As she closed the door between them, she heard a noise. Not in her ears, but in her heart. The glass prison trapping both of them was opened, and she climbed out. When her last step was taken, their love crashed to the floor, the glass breaking in a satisfying way. She was free, and he was not. Even to this day, the shards stay impaled in his body, a reminder of what he failed to do. Where did I hear this story? I heard it from the corners of my mind. You see, that man was me, and I cry everyday at the bottom of that hole, surrounded by a failed life, wondering where she is now.
"Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of Hollow Years"
Petrucci, John. "Hollow Years". Lyrics. Perf. Dream Theater. Falling Into Infinity. East/West, 1996-97
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