do you know...

about trust? Of course, everyone does. Everyone trusts somebody, a best friend, a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a spouse, a lover, a dog, a cat, everyone has something. And every once in a while... uh oh... snap goes that thin wire conecting the t to the r and the u and the s and the t. 
        snap.
Snaps hurt. When you snap a rubber band against your wrist, when you snap out of a dream, when someone tells you to snap out of it. Even the word, snap, you hear the tension being thrown away just saying the word. 
That snap... everyone knows that snap. If everyone knows the pain, the shock, and the snap, why does it continue? Why, when you loop yourself to another person with that thin wire is it constantly in danger?
Why in those seconds when the scissors are closing down with the quivering wire locked between the blades. do you not think about the snap, about the damage that flexing your hand will do to that wire?


Some say it's the heat of the moment. I don't know about you, but I'v been in moments, I've had chances to cut that wire, but then I remember whose at the other end. I didn't pick up those scissors. Because as easy as cutting that wire would be, I know the snap. We all know the snap. The white noise that is burned into your ears and brain. The repeating imagery. The feeling like your stomach is going to fall out of your butt. That snap that cuts you from your normality and your routine.


And its amazing that once that wire is cut, the little triggers that bring you right back to white noise, imagery, and a gravity-prone stomach. Suddenly your right back there, you see it over and over in your head, and you remember that its not okay. You're not okay.