the third generation syndrome
So no; we don't jump over every little sound, and yes, we can smile.
But always food will be something special, and always we'll want to either feed or eat. It's a comfort; it's staying alive.
And we don't know what it means to be happy. When we meet it we run away, because happiness is dangerous. It mustn't stay.
We don't make people angry. We're afraid of their reactions. Afraid to be hurt. Afraid to be hunted down in return.
Either that or that we make them the angriest they've ever been. It's like shouting, I'M NOT AFRAID, AND YOU WON'T BEAT ME.
And we're always, always with the dead. They dance just around us, at the edge of our perception. We hear our parents speak with them. We learn their ways.
Surviving has its costs, and so does being the children and grandchildren of survivors. Something always passes on.
Happy Holocaust Memorial Day.
|Meduza|
But always food will be something special, and always we'll want to either feed or eat. It's a comfort; it's staying alive.
And we don't know what it means to be happy. When we meet it we run away, because happiness is dangerous. It mustn't stay.
We don't make people angry. We're afraid of their reactions. Afraid to be hurt. Afraid to be hunted down in return.
Either that or that we make them the angriest they've ever been. It's like shouting, I'M NOT AFRAID, AND YOU WON'T BEAT ME.
And we're always, always with the dead. They dance just around us, at the edge of our perception. We hear our parents speak with them. We learn their ways.
Surviving has its costs, and so does being the children and grandchildren of survivors. Something always passes on.
Happy Holocaust Memorial Day.
|Meduza|