There are certain things better left unsaid.
Because those things cannot get you any real sympathy.
People could only pity you, when you actually need them to be in your shoes, to be in your head, to feel with your heart. And this is never actually possible.
Those things are un-sexy. They can only pull people away.
They won’t try to run. They won’t tell you that deep down in their souls they just don’t want to be a part of it, because no one wants to acknowledge the possibility of tragedy in their lives.
They want to forget you are one of them, and that whatever is happening to you, could be happening to them.
Why would you share it, if not even you want to be a part of it?
If it feels as if you have started living in a parallel universe; a surreal world where what you love most can be lost.
And that’s the reason I won’t write about it here.
I won’t make it any more tangible than it already is.
Nobody else needs to know what I don’t want to acknowledge myself.
For it is too sad. It is such a waste.
And yet, it is life.
It happens everyday.
It happens to a lot of us.
You just hope it is not you.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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