I wonder at the ability of our race to be entirely self-absorbed.
This is not a criticism on individuals as selfish. It is more so a reflection on how we can become so swept up in the illusions we compose for our realities, and how this can allow us to easily lose focus on what is important to us and those who care for us.
I know a person who is invisible. They should be here, but they are not. They are in a place supposedly of their own choosing but, as I believe, in mental shackles. Committed by the tide to a long swim, when all they wanted was to splash in the waves for a while.
I know a person who is elastic. Stretched between the land of their fate and the state of their will. The strain is overpowering and the outcome, in all likelihood, not pretty.
I know a person who is an island. Marooned by the people who supposedly love them and cast from the loved ones they depend on. The loneliness is unbearable and livable in it's own comfort, but yet... what else is there?
And I know a person who is a traveler, wandering between all three lands.
I do not know what is real in all of this. All I know is that this is the reality for these souls, at least for now. Swept, stretched, stranded, and searching. All I can do is watch.
This is not a criticism on individuals as selfish. It is more so a reflection on how we can become so swept up in the illusions we compose for our realities, and how this can allow us to easily lose focus on what is important to us and those who care for us.
I know a person who is invisible. They should be here, but they are not. They are in a place supposedly of their own choosing but, as I believe, in mental shackles. Committed by the tide to a long swim, when all they wanted was to splash in the waves for a while.
I know a person who is elastic. Stretched between the land of their fate and the state of their will. The strain is overpowering and the outcome, in all likelihood, not pretty.
I know a person who is an island. Marooned by the people who supposedly love them and cast from the loved ones they depend on. The loneliness is unbearable and livable in it's own comfort, but yet... what else is there?
And I know a person who is a traveler, wandering between all three lands.
I do not know what is real in all of this. All I know is that this is the reality for these souls, at least for now. Swept, stretched, stranded, and searching. All I can do is watch.
- C. Gilbert
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