the wars wage, countless people fall to illness or to other men.
so if it is not a disaster then it is a success. imagine what it could be like, what it used to be like. imagine if you were not blessed with your current woes, what sort of problems would one be left with? there is no one-sided mountain, so you must have some pain or affliction in the daily life. to flow.
the plastics are adding up, the forest are disappearing, man struggles to get ahead, our population is surging.
the flow seems to be broken up. thoughts, clouds, pain and psychosis. broken links, like the flickering of a Christmas tree lights, any bulb can be loose. yet it still functions, most of the lights stay lit and i still pass for a perfectly normal and capable person. no one knowing the thoughts passing through my head, the questions and mutterings going on inside the brain like a lunatic. and no-one needs too, the chatter is my little secret, like the tattoo on the lower ankle, im aware of it but no one else.
i looked up at my dentist, before he put his hands back in my mouth, and told him to be gentle. i explained to him that i was like a sexually abused child who had grown up and was now trying to have a normal relationship again. in reality, the abuse came from previous dentist, particularly when i was a child. their aggressive tactics and intrusions into my own life was the cause of my deep distrust of their profession as a whole. the scars are done, for the rest of my life i will be uncomfortable around those in his profession.
try to get them to smile. break up the mundane, squeeze a moment of another life into yours. get into their bubble. compliment and mean it. so many of us are in need of social interaction, occasionally it might be too much.
