I don't understand people. I know that we are inherently selfish creatures. I also know that the world is a harsh place. I'm a little sad the last couple of days, and the universe is out of balance. Please, just remember that the actions the we, as individuals, take do effect other people. They can be devastating to those that we rarely think of.
I woke up the other day very, Very early. It was around 6 AM, and I could hear a slow toll of a church bell in the distance. It screamed at me to write something about it, but I've been too lazy. It's still bugging me to do so though, especially since yesterday.
I'm tired. My friend is the one making me tired. I am the voice of reason. How is that? I know I am not reasonable. I'm fucking crazy. How am I the LEAST crazy person in my universe lately? Damn
EDIT: I stopped being lazy and I wrote.
In the mists of the early morn
the sounds of a distant church bell rouse me.
I pretend to slumber still,
hoping that my make believe becomes reality.
The mournful toll holds a secret
that it whispers as it shouts,
and yet I cannot quite understand.
The news is instead later delivered
by the one we both love.
The world is suddenly a heavy place,
the weight of which I see on his shoulders.
I am a mirror of his pain.
Seeing the depth of his sadness
sends me into my own despair,
but it is only a pale, shallow reflection.
I almost hope he doesn't see it in me,
as it would only seem a trite imitation,
demeaning his sorrow.
It rings out slowly.
The peal tells the story,
but I'm too close to sleep to listen.
Secrets and pain smuggled on the breeze,
floating lightly.
That breeze gives a deep chill.
