Counter World Clockwise

“in a dark room, in a dark room; the stains on my hands, comfort your silence.”

                                                                      Sara Adyms - In a Dark room

The most valuable thing that we ever have, is our innocence.  The world itself will take it away from us soon enough, and I have a great contempt for anyone cruel enough to tear it from someone else intentionally.  Who has the right to destroy something so beautiful?  Who has the right, to destroy someone’s joy or trust?

There is a bitter darkness in the world that goes unseen in the light, despite eyes that watch it happen, or know of its existance.  With every breath we take, should this abuse be ceased, even if it means our own comfort be diminuished.

Could you truly look someone else in the eye and tell them that you let them be hurt because you couldn’t burden yourself with complicating your own life? 

The most perverse of these crimes is of that which an adult abuses a child’s innocence sexually.   A child…a child who has not even finished growing emotionally, or socially, and someone would be sick enough to steal that of which should never even be stolen in the first place.   The damage done is irreversible, and can never be truly healed.

That child will be scarred forever, and there is no apology great enough to account for what they have suffered.  The fear of even innocent affection, for the trepidation of what the person’s motives might be…No one should have to fear a hug…No one should ever have to fear a hand upon thier shoulder that only seeks to bring them comfort in a time of need…and that innocence and comfort is only a piece of what becomes stolen.

Sadder still, is how many of those children never overcome that loss of innocence, or become the monster that they themselves were once subject to.  Suicide, Aggression, Depression, Degredation, Prostitution, Immorality, Perversion, Anxiety, Isolation…

What would have been is denied the chance to be known, and only with love and strength can it be recovered, at least, in part. 

Doing nothing is not good enough.
Doing something is a start.

Open your eyes to the darkness around you and fight back…
Or you are just as horrible as ‘they’ are.

“There isn’t always one more second chance.”

                                        Aria Sharp - “

Like a fog, it drifts over our eyes and obscures our vision; making it hard to tell one thing from another.  A fog that drifts in and out, coming and going without warning or foresight; although hindsight is with an uncertainty of what was or could have been.

Who are we, so that we never quite feel whole?  A love of life and a weariness of lonliness lead a brilliant ray of light down a darker lit moon.   The sun shines upon the moon and with it, the moon is illuminated and warmed for but a time.  Stars from afar, twinkle thier greeting, attempting to bridge the vast space of which darkness firmly holds together a brilliant territory to which we mortals know of no end to.

But even the sun grows weary, and the time will come when the light that gives us life ebbs away…and for a few moments longer, as other stars are given life; our own will be remembered by no one.

It is not who we are, but how we live.
It is not what we were, but what we do,
and it is not where we end up, but how we go.

but whether of a ebbing, or a bang…that is not nearly as important as whether or not you even tried to shine.