She smiles at him, it’s a soft shy smile “Where’s your heart boy?”
He lifts an eyebrow and grins “why, you should know.”
She gives him a smile that melts his heart away “I should?”
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He’s five, he’s gazing up at the sky in wonder, what is up there? Does the sky end? He’s five and he wants to know things. He’s five and he wants to know everything.
He’s 30 and still he knows nothing.
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She’s lying on her bed, she is turning 19 soon, she types away on her pink laptop, she likes the pink laptop.
She types and types, and she loves her words, they are a part of her. She writes and writes… until the words lose their meaning and fade away, until she is exhausted by thought and is taken away by sleep into a land of dreams.
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There’s a bottle broken on his arm, blood is pouring out, red warm blood pouring down, flowing down his arm in a somewhat soothing way. Tears streaming down his face, he deserves it. He is 17 and he deserves it.
Screaming comes from their room, he knows what will happen next. He tried to stop it… he tried. More screaming, he runs, runs, and runs. Blood stains on his jeans, on his shirt… on his life, his worthless life.
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What if we could see glimpses of others lives? What if we could see how much they suffered, loved, hated, achieved…
What if we could not only see but feel. What if our lives were interwind? What if we were all connected? What if we could share our life?
Maybe then we’d act a little more human. Maybe then we’d understand what it is were meant to do or who were meant to be. Maybe by seeing these little glimpses of reality falling apart or together we’d finally be able to understand our own short comings.
… What if eh?
...and maybe judge others (and ourselves) a little less, too. Don't you think?
ReplyDeleteof course..
ReplyDeleteanything i say will sound redundant now lol... Hning said it perfectly..
ReplyDeletevery well written philyra... thank you for finally updating.
Frogman, don't you just hate that?
ReplyDeleteWhen you see a post that tickles your commentary-dust, to find out that somebody, right before you, had already said it, only better.
Check your reader more often, Froggy!!
Frogman-
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it :)
And dude, I update like once a week.. most times.
Thank you for following :)
Hning-
Commentary-dust, haha thats cute.
Thank you very much for the proposition but...no, I really don't wish for this to be our reality. I've got enough on my own, I really don't need to see another's misery.
ReplyDelete'sides, i believe that mankind already shares a collective subconscious, we already feel each other. But for that to be experienced and sensed. one must look deep within him/her self. Know him/her self better.
I merely imagined a state of mind where everything was shared, if one did not care only for oneself but for everyone.
ReplyDeletePain is easier shared, that is what I meant.
I dont believe mankind share a collective subconscious, we are brutal and we will sacrifice others for our own benefit.
Perhaps, by seeing others miseries yours own misfortunes will seem easier. Although you do have a point of view it seems you have failed to understand the true meaning behind my words.