Post by anonymous on Oct 1, 2012 19:31:31 GMT -5
She once told me that you care more for people when they will never be there to care for again, because then you don’t have to actually do anything.
And she was right.
And I was sad.
And she was dead.
And I was completely, irreparably broken.
But there’s another thing she taught me, when you see someone in their last moments that’s when you realize how much they really meant to you and how much potential they had. By then it’s too late though.
And it’s too late now, but I still don’t get what she meant.
And I am sad.
Maybe that’s just the kind of thing you can only understand when you see your deaf friend helplessly get hit by a train. Funny, you’d think you would hear the train and help your friend. Then again, I suppose it’s much like when you know one of your friends is broken inside but you don’t do anything because they don’t show you distress and you imagine it’s not that bad if they don’t show you because you don’t want it to be that bad. You don’t want it to be real. So you let things go on as normal and watch from the sidelines with a bad smile on your face trying to silently help them while they’re silently dying.
I wonder if she went silently. Did she scream in her last few seconds in that car? Did she remain placid with her eyes forward, her lips slightly pursed? Perhaps a single tear rolled her cheek.
It didn’t matter much now, though.
She’s gone.
I was sad.
I am sad.
And I will forever be sad.
And no one will ever notice.
And that’s okay. I’ve learned to like the silence.
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And she was right.
And I was sad.
And she was dead.
And I was completely, irreparably broken.
But there’s another thing she taught me, when you see someone in their last moments that’s when you realize how much they really meant to you and how much potential they had. By then it’s too late though.
And it’s too late now, but I still don’t get what she meant.
And I am sad.
Maybe that’s just the kind of thing you can only understand when you see your deaf friend helplessly get hit by a train. Funny, you’d think you would hear the train and help your friend. Then again, I suppose it’s much like when you know one of your friends is broken inside but you don’t do anything because they don’t show you distress and you imagine it’s not that bad if they don’t show you because you don’t want it to be that bad. You don’t want it to be real. So you let things go on as normal and watch from the sidelines with a bad smile on your face trying to silently help them while they’re silently dying.
I wonder if she went silently. Did she scream in her last few seconds in that car? Did she remain placid with her eyes forward, her lips slightly pursed? Perhaps a single tear rolled her cheek.
It didn’t matter much now, though.
She’s gone.
I was sad.
I am sad.
And I will forever be sad.
And no one will ever notice.
And that’s okay. I’ve learned to like the silence.
reactions?
