Consider the faults of perfections, the idiocy of correctness, the light of nightfall, and the freedom of confinement. Consider the very body you live in, the very method of communication, the gadget of connection and intimacy and despair and anxiety. Consider the human body, its faults and its remedies, its wrongs and its rights. Consider the reflection of a thousand stars in the eyes of glee, the consistent beat of a star in the heart of warmth, the lift of cheeks above the slide of a smile; the wrinkles carving next to an eye. Consider the warmth of happiness, the unburdened lightness in a grounded elation, broken promises of a drunken forgetfulness. But consider the cold of grief, consider the twitch of a frown and the widening of horror, consider the same lightness, and the same scald, but of wholly different meaning; consider the lightness of an empty chest choking on the abstract; consider the scald of warmth exposed to the taunt of ice, the overwhelm of a burn even stronger than its own. Consider the abrupt change, the switching of air in lungs with ash and sweetness on a tongue with poison; consider the cinderblock between ribs aching, waiting, leeching to the fingers that dare reach out. Consider biting down on gentle words seeping into toxins, consider a lifeboat made of an abstract idea of change, stitched together with lies and hatred and pain and anger. Consider an ocean of grief and origin, consider molding yourself into a casket of hospitality only to discover it is the misconception of apprehension, consider the silk of a shadow of blissful sparks of dusks and azures, consider a beauty that has once thought to be the magnetizing project pulling marvels in a museum seeming as the curious shine in the obscurity of an isolated partition, consider the curve of a back under the weight of expectations and anger and obsession, the glazed eyes of undulated happiness changed into a translucent murk of fate and inevitability. Consider the scars of three hearts that come with inexplicable itches; one in a chest, one on a sleeve, and one that could never be sewn into essence. Consider bearing fear towards oneself, consider the inability of bearing to see a lover in the moment of realization, in the moment of the dusting of a grimy secret once archaic, in the moment of the uncaging of the monster of revulsion. Consider the bits and pieces of heat and cordiality revolting against the arduousness of the armor of feigned hatred, consider the bolster of stings of frost desperate to contain blood and streaks of an unchangeable impression. Consider the building of walls around oneself until it overflows, consider the line between protection and existence blurring into one, cement settling roughly in tight veins. Consider the cold in veins halting the fire of nature, consider the silence of a desperation to yell and screech. But also consider an unnoted factor, the storms in a tundra and shivers of a fever colliding with the silky softness of tenderness. Consider the idea of love; the planets and stars and contradictions above, consider Romeo and Juliet, the eruption of stardust and the universe’s objection. Consider the chinks in a shield and a skin made vulnerable, consider the teaching of cowering in the what ifs of familiarity. Consider this, and consider the human nature. Consider this, and consider the tedium of an ignorant knowledge. Consider this, and consider the words uttered in simulates of being and nihility. Consider this, and consider actions, consider the notion of the simplicity of temperament, consider the idiocy of ignorance in the face of complexity. Consider this, and consider your spirit; your character, your movements, your travels, your schedules, your thoughts your morals, your beliefs, your values. Consider, and dare not you ponder of the modesty of a tendency, of the gist of an atmosphere.
Consider by Hana Ali
