Friday, January 15, 2010

Realization is a cruel aspect of life

today i realized im still incredibly hypocritical, if not more. and when you get right down to it? nothing has changed. absolutely nothing. sad isn't it? how sitting in a car just thinking, and all of a sudden BOOM you realize that basically nothing changed, even when everything else did? The Map Of Tears. the song played at a funeral. words shared between a dyeing person and their companion. a dog, running through the street. look around you. how can you tell its all legit, and true? there is so little honesty left in this world. so little faith put in to the youth of today. and for what cost? kids dropping out of school, pregnant at 16. the smartest kid in the class committing suicide, because no one would listen. honesty being thrown to the ground and walked on. what are we to do, but stand by and watch as we destroy our selves? a river flowing silently. the moon shining brightly. a mother protecting her children. pollution slowing overtaking the air. the world spins, faster and faster, out of innocence and into stupidity. it stops. look. watch. see. you do not. no once can see. no one can hear. we are all oblivious to the tragedy taking place, next door, on the street, in another state, an apartment you pass, poor countries, rich countries, in your home, up the stairs, in the yard, on tv, sitting next to you, watching us and trying to understand. it gets worse because we do not address it, we do not acknowledge it, or do anything about it. it wants attention, it needs us to see. but we do not. if you listen closely you will hear. hear the birds singing, and the wind whistling through the trees. or maybe car horns and street workers? hear and you shall see. see and you shall hear. this world is full of love, but there is so much pain that no one can tell, its all built off of lies, and fake illusions. i want to see the world like others, i want to know what they see, how they see and hear. it feels like my eyes are broken, because very few things make sense to me, i can't see or understand. i wish i hadn't figured out my worst fear. i wish i hadn't figured out that it still matters.

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