It's funny,
in Hollywood movies.
There is always that dramatic moment,
that happens on a stage, and feelings
of guilt are assuaged. And someone there
to tell them they are all right, ok, and we love you.
Or there's a boombox hoisted above some randomly
famous actors head portraying unequoivicable
love to someone that in one way or another that
has been wronged.
A giant sorry, and the giant fight.
And war blows bombs around us
we see it on the news, and know someone
who's fought the good fight. But the fight isnt here
and it's not close to home.
The world may crumble, and the oceans might dry. To a certain extent, out of my control.
At home we dont normally process
what is happening, how these things
effect us.
That's just silly. It's not a coping mechanisim,
it's not an ability to survive.
It's an ability to subside.
I'm rather sick of it.
I've (we've) gone through a lot,
in our own little personal microcosmic closets.
And we all have secrets hidden that we don't want to
or don't know how to deal with. But I'm sick
of hiding. I dont know how much time I have left.
None of us do, why fritter it away?
And it's time to stop feeling soo "caught between the devil
and the deep blue sea." At least for me.