Life Is odd
I was watching a news report the other night and it made me realize something I suppose I'd forgotten...The story was of a young girl who was kidnapped and murdered by a pervert who valued his desires more than her life. The establishment I was in was quite crowded and tho most were listening it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Immediately afterwards came a report on AMERICAN IDOL and several people requested the TV be turned up and to "Quiet down" while they listened to gossip about people they don't even know.
No one wants to hear bad news...If they block it out maybe it never happened..or it will go away. I've never been that way I guess. I hear it all..sometimes I FEEL it all..Some call that a curse. I call it being human.
3 am and the sound of the rain beating against my window conjured up a memory I thought was long dead There was a time when I used to love the sound of falling rain... I found it soothing and somehow refreshing as tho if it rained hard enough it could wash away all my sins. Now it reminds me only of tears that were cried for a life that ended far too soon and a love that survived despite it all. More tears staining the already tear streaked windows of my mind...A candle still burns there like a beacon that no wind could ever extinguish..I guess no matter how long it may rain some things just never wash away...
Sometimes it feels as though no matter how much light we seek to find...we all remain inside the eternal darkness of our personal demons...Darkness isn't ALWAYS a bad place to be..its solitude can be a blessing at times..its shelter comforting. Inside the non reflective eye of the darkness we can all be who and what we truly are..and not what we are forced to be by the light of day. I sometimes wonder why some people fear the darkness..perhaps its because they are afraid to face the inner self that hides within them..or unwilling to admit one exists...
