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I feel as if I have a voice but it is not being heard. I want people to hear but not see me. I can yell and scream and cry and kick and it changes nothing if people are blind and deaf. How do you make a blind man see and a deaf woman hear? I know a change is coming, I can feel it, but no one listens to me. I know they can feel it deep down inside of them, but they choose to ignore it so they can feel comfortable in the nice bubble they believe they have created. I know they did not create that bubble. It's a prison cell made especially for them to make them feel comfortable as everything is stripped away piece by piece. No one cares though because they have this nice bubble that is their own that makes them feel safe. I want people to see beyond their bubble, but sometimes I feel as if I am asking for too much. Am I? I ask for nothing else but for people to take one foot outside of their bubble and keep it out. Maybe then they will want to be free of their prison.
I choose not to be imprisoned and I am looked down upon because of it. It makes people feel all high and mighty to look down on my from their bubble in the sky. I am too nice to take an arrow of truth and burst their bubble, for they will most likely fall down and die because they know nothing about life outside of their bubble. I wonder if I stand alone on the ground. I'm not even sure I'm completly touching the ground. When I feel the ground I feel this need to be off in the air again, but not as high as everyone else. It's like anti-gravity, the earth does not pull me towards it, it pushes me away from it. It's almost as if the earth is repulsed by me and everyone else. I want to touch the ground and take off running like never before. I want to be free. Free from the pain I cause myself and the pain caused by others. Can I truly be free? I don't think so.
I'm bound by my love of fools and zombies. By zombies I mean the walking dead. The people who walk around the world just waiting to die. They have nothing to live for any more and they don't care. If they don't care about their lives why should I? I do anyway. I don't want to but I do at the same time. By fools I mean the ones that will end up as zombies unless they enlighten themselves. They follow the same paths as zombies and they are aware of it, but they think that they are an exception. Maybe they are exceptions, I've just never met one.lol. Even though I know where they are going and I'm pretty sure there is nothing I can do to help I still love and try to help them both. It's a pain. I guess that's enough for today. I think my somber mood has passed.lol. Good night to all! |
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Posted by archangel on 2008-01-03 20:31:47 | Rating: | Views: 45
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