The Human Condition
Like old times, I went to scout out some of the latest chatrooms as a quest to find introspective people. That failed oh so horribly. The ignorance level is on the rise. I endured feeble-minded 20 some year olds and even 30 year olds attacking a young, skinny girl due to the mere existence of her eating disorder. I figured, logically, that since we all were in that same "Depression" chatroom, we would approach each other with sensitivity and use our excellent listening/advising skills. None of that. It was a mistake to attempt contributing to her defense. They gained nothing from it. Nothing. But I hope she felt more at ease.
It all seems so trivial. All of it. Where has compassion gone? Experiencing to experience? Real happiness? Understanding of the human condition.
These are all blurbs but.. you're still listening right?
All the while, I have been here in main lobby, just sitting near the pine tree. Like old times, heh. Large and fragrant trees can be particularly comforting when one has gone off.. Gone mad that is.
I hear and see drunk people, and even those who are just up late socializing. They don't look. And someone begins to pound upon the keys of that very refined piano. Why doesn't anyone talk about what they're feeling anymore? I can't start this revolution on my own. Pftt, they'd think me to be crazy if I just walked up to any and everybody to inquire as to what they were feeling. It's oh so.. unconventional.
Of all, I really miss Matthew.. the way a body misses water on a day where the sun scorches the pavement, the weeds, the trees... I have no one to call at these very queer, but familiar hours. The many hours to befall. He listened. He understood me in all the madness, eccentricity, bursts of happiness.. the rough and rockies. There was simple compassion for what it is to be human and how we each experience our own humanity.
Shit. Really..
I tend to write fragments when I've gone off. And for now... I'll stop. I think they've all stopped listening.
It all seems so trivial. All of it. Where has compassion gone? Experiencing to experience? Real happiness? Understanding of the human condition.
These are all blurbs but.. you're still listening right?
All the while, I have been here in main lobby, just sitting near the pine tree. Like old times, heh. Large and fragrant trees can be particularly comforting when one has gone off.. Gone mad that is.
I hear and see drunk people, and even those who are just up late socializing. They don't look. And someone begins to pound upon the keys of that very refined piano. Why doesn't anyone talk about what they're feeling anymore? I can't start this revolution on my own. Pftt, they'd think me to be crazy if I just walked up to any and everybody to inquire as to what they were feeling. It's oh so.. unconventional.
Of all, I really miss Matthew.. the way a body misses water on a day where the sun scorches the pavement, the weeds, the trees... I have no one to call at these very queer, but familiar hours. The many hours to befall. He listened. He understood me in all the madness, eccentricity, bursts of happiness.. the rough and rockies. There was simple compassion for what it is to be human and how we each experience our own humanity.
Shit. Really..
I tend to write fragments when I've gone off. And for now... I'll stop. I think they've all stopped listening.