On Fragility

There is something beautiful about fragility. And terrifying.

The longer one looks, the more one sees the tender underpinnings to gestures. The smile. The gait. The sneer. Each of them asks the question: Do I matter?

Don’t be deceived by swagger, it is a soul hastening to answer the question for itself.
Don’t be deceived by the shrug, it is a soul swallowing the question.
Don’t be deceived by fury, it is a soul resisting the question.

It’s heartbreaking. And beautiful. And everywhere. We are steeped in it. Do you see it? Who can judge anymore?