Blunderfied

Is nothing other than a made up word.
Consumed of another ten words that exhibit the way you’re feeling.
It’s a feeling where all of your emotions are trapped inside of a blender and it won’t stop spinning.
Full speed until you crack.
But you’re not cracking yet.
Just spinning and wishing for this blender to slow down and stop sooner or later.
Because you just feel like murdering the blender and all of its metallic parts.
But it hurts.
Inside of the blender are all of your organs, feelings, and your brain.
The blender is you.
You are the blender.
There is no way out at the moment, and you don’t know what to do.
And then all of a sudden there is someone, someone to slow down the spinning and the pain for maybe just a while.
To take off the lid of the blender and pour everything back inside of you.
But they cannot grasp it, cannot tear off the top, or stop the spinning.
So round and round you go.
Confused and sore as ever, waiting.
And then you start to think the blender is leaking.
And it is, oh, that blender is leaking.
It is tipping over and now all of your contents are poured onto the counter.
No one is cleaning up the mess.
The mess that is yourself.
Then finally along comes the perfect person, healing napkin in hand.
They start to wipe up every part of you piece by piece.
You are almost whole again, put back together in a human form instead of a kitchen appliance.
But there is one vital thing they forget.
Your heart.
Your heart is still lying on the counter, unconvinced.
And then they leave too.
Everyone leaves.
And your heart is still attempting to beat on the counter.
Before you blink, you are right back where you started.
Inside of the blender of life, spinning into eternity.
The blender is you.
You are the blender.
And you can no longer wait for someone.
That special person that will slow down those ever spinning blades just enough.
Just enough so that they too might be sucked up into this blender.
Then there would be no way out for either of them.
They would spin themselves to happiness and never have to worry about being whole again.
They would be the blender.
The blender would be them.

by MegLeigh
posted on 03/13/2008