Do not sit there, eyes clenched and body tight in fear. Do not stretch your hands out so as to prevent the blow. There's nothing you can do. And the harder you rack your brains trying to find a way to escape it, the more deadly the poison of its bite. Yeah, I know it's scary. Yeah, nobody likes darkness approaching and closing down on them. I know what you are thinking: you must do something, anything, to protect yourself. Yet, it won't do you any good, and you already know. It's happened before. You know the feeling when it stings you. You run around in panic, shaking your legs, but that only makes the disease spread faster. And you already know, too, what you should be doing. What is it they say about encountering wild beasts? Exactly. Stay as still as you might. Don't make a move. Let it come to you and sniff you; let it touch you with its paw to check whether you're alive or dead. Let yourself be one with it for a second. Bullshit. I would run away as speedily as my feet would allow. Just remember that you played that trick before and it worked, you cannot tell how, but it did anyway. So now that this wild beast you call fear is facing you, don't take another step. Remain clam. Breathe. Open your arms. Perhaps it will whisper a couple of wise words in your ear. Chances are it will come so near you, you'll feel like you're dying, and you won't. If you push it away with all your strength, it will turn solid, burden your heart and actually smother everything you have built so far. Whereas if you allow it to pass through you, caress you with its whiskers, it will evaporate sooner or later. You will then look around and won't find it anywhere. You will be able to proceed. You won't lose yourself. So take a deep breath, stand up, stay put.
and we'll run through the streets again hand in hand a lightness in our chests and stars in our heads, the stress and worry which clouded our eyes all these years cleared revealing bright and hopeful orbs, when the word cancer slipped from the doctors mouth this morning you forgot about the world with me just like we did 70 years ago as we ran through the streets hand in hand with a lightness in our chests and stars in our heads running to the clouds
My family is starting to fall apart. No, scratch that. It has been in the process of developing cracks over the past few years. Even as I write these words, I can overhear screams from the other room. The disrespect, the hatred, the lies that have been injected into all of our minds. I will not say that I am exempt from this madness, but I will say that I wish I wasn't part of it. These drilling times often make me daydream of the parts of life that weren't always this way. I remember the days as a kid, spending family day, going on trips. Now, I am scared of speaking a word in fear that relationships will be tarnished and diminished. I am scared to walk through the door, unsure of which versions of these people that I will find. These people are strangers, strangers in their own homes and bodies.
i love those moments in life where you just stop caring about everyone and everything, when you have nothing to lose and you cant get any lower in life so you can scream fuck the world and shout and sing and dance or wallow in self pity crying and cutting we can be honest with ourselves for once and show what we feel on the inside, if people see you like this, they often look the other way but soon enough the situation will be reversed and they will be the ones people turn away from, its a beautiful cycle of temporary insanity.