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Listen to me?
Apr. 23rd, 2002 11:33 amOkay, what the hell is going on?
Something’s wrong. I feel it in the air, in the moods of people I know, in the silences that scream in a language I can’t understand yet. In the hate that people chain themselves in, in the retreats that do not heal.
In the self-blame that some preach of. In the solitude that burns …..
This is what I hate the most. Not knowing. Not being able to find out. Not being able to do more. I can only be a witness, chained by distance, blind and paralyzed. I can only witness, as others like me are also bound to do. We suffer together, but within the suffering there is a struggle. Ceaseless. In the plight of a captive, there is hope for release and escape. For a happy ending. We do not want other to befall the same sadness that we have seen taken others.
In any form.
For you whom I speak of, know that I am here. That we are here. Do our words mean nothing to you? How many times must we repeat our promises and truths? If you need us to, we will.
You know that, don’t you?
If you … ahhh, this is harder than I thought. Words keep jamming in my brain, trying to say everything and nothing.
If you need time, to think, to calm, to heal, then please, do so.
Just tell us. Please.
What’s going on?
Something’s wrong. I feel it in the air, in the moods of people I know, in the silences that scream in a language I can’t understand yet. In the hate that people chain themselves in, in the retreats that do not heal.
In the self-blame that some preach of. In the solitude that burns …..
This is what I hate the most. Not knowing. Not being able to find out. Not being able to do more. I can only be a witness, chained by distance, blind and paralyzed. I can only witness, as others like me are also bound to do. We suffer together, but within the suffering there is a struggle. Ceaseless. In the plight of a captive, there is hope for release and escape. For a happy ending. We do not want other to befall the same sadness that we have seen taken others.
In any form.
For you whom I speak of, know that I am here. That we are here. Do our words mean nothing to you? How many times must we repeat our promises and truths? If you need us to, we will.
You know that, don’t you?
If you … ahhh, this is harder than I thought. Words keep jamming in my brain, trying to say everything and nothing.
If you need time, to think, to calm, to heal, then please, do so.
Just tell us. Please.
What’s going on?
