“Don’t you understand?”
Sara Adyms - Parade of Fools
There are some days that we find ourselves too tired to care; but it merely seems this way. For it is not that we don’t care, but it is that we are so exhausted by our tiresome cycle, that we would rather lay in silence than to try and communicate ourselves in some form. It is in this absense, that we find a pattern leading to apathy…it is easier to not care, than it is to act out. It is this silence that we find ourselves putting off the exploration of who we are; as it does us no good to be bothered with such a task today.
We work, We eat, We sleep.
It is simply how the world operates, and there is no room for those who do not accept their place within the pattern woven to us, for us…god how I hate such a truth. There is another illusion in this, for it is not merely truth but an acceptance.
We used to be explorers, yet there is only ourselves left to explore and so many are unble to accept such a concept. Oh, how I envy the child who has not yet lost thier innocence. The world is a place of fun and games, imagination and creativity. The sky is painted with a beautiful brushing of strokes; and the trees sing songs as leaves dance merrily admist the fae and angels.
Angels watch from crisp clouds that float lazily in the sky, watching us from behind a golden sun that wafts down the scent of life to our sun-kissed nose and spreading smile.
We are a world that is afraid to believe.
And we find ourselves wishing so that it could be real…
I know that I do.
