Tear down the walls.
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I like humans.
Things are a bit complicated.
*If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise. ~Johann von Goethe*
The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
This is so sad. :(
(Source: erickimberlinbowley, via drnuk)
I think of you every time I’m broken and bleeding.
you turn me away with nothing more
than a deeper pain in my chest
that wont heal with any bandage
or utter of soft words
spoken in the cover of lies.
I wonder
why it’s you,
why it’s always you.
There’s no future in the past
your arms no longer hold any comfort,
your words only reinforce
why things are the way they are—why they always will be.
Behind every closed door
every shadow that I’ve yet to explore,
you are there waiting
cutting me deep
with your words laced in darkness
increasing the pain
with every step that I take
towards you and your facade
of a helping hand.
You leave me wounded,
bleeding out the regrets of the once was
only to seal me shut
with more thoughts of self hatred,
-Blame-
that seeps through every
light that shines inside
every hope that harbors there
tearing down my wall of self assurance
with your sea of doubts
that threaten to pull me under
with every crashing tide
of memories twisted by your mind
that you conjure up late at night.
But the truth rests:
inside your eyes
the tears you cry,
and the screams of defeat
that ring out in the emptiness of the walls
that you constructed around yourself
hoping that the evils of life
wouldn’t ever reach you there
but you didn’t realize that you put yourself
-Alone-
on a path of destruction
defenseless against the storms
that are raging all around you,
instead of embracing the sun
and preparing yourself for the rain
that is sure to come.
