it is a choice.
Silence is a form of cowardice hiding behind make-believe shelters that do not put roofs on suffering bodies. It is an act of running away from responsibilities that tug clothes like children whose blood is in the hands of witnesses who refused to step up.
Pretentious people are covering ears and pretending to be deaf when everyone knows that hands will also hear pleads and cannot in any way muffle cries. They would try to convince themselves that this is not their fault even when bodies are floating and they wash their hands on the same water.
Pretentious people would turn away from wounds and remind themselves that there is tomorrow, even when tomorrow is decided by today. They would insist that a new sun will rise even when we are facing the darkest night. The problem with relying on hope is that it makes people take the now for granted. Uncaring and unbothered by the stains of the moment. Hope is a sign of moving forward and not a figment that you wait to come. Hope is not pretentious that hushes people, it amplifies the time for grief.
Pretentious people would lie down and sleep on their soft mattresses, dreaming of rainbows and clouds. When they wake up, they defend themselves and claim that their shoulders and back are in pain. Pillows are at fault for that ache. They would play victims, while the real victims are singing lullabies to their children who can't dream.
Pretentious people close their eyes and say that they can not see a thing. No, they are not blind. They refuse to look at worm-infested parts because after all, they already have pests inside eating them alive. I refuse to tell them that.
I refuse to tell them that taking care of silence is a waste of time and heart. It would not grow up into an adult that would carry them to comfort. Silence would stab them in the back so when it is their turn to yell, they would not have any tongues. Silence would not envelop them into an embrace but would choke them until their guilt ingests them. Nurturing silence hinders the ability to listen and kills people who speak.
When you welcome silence into your home, remember that you are not brave or nice, you just have a home while others do not. But aren't you more pitiful than them? Especially when you do not have a voice anymore because silence is a thief. When you are burning in a fire, you need to shout.
So please, stop the pretense and put away your colored glasses. See the world as it is without the filter of silence and solace. Remember that lending a hand is more courageous than putting on a fist. The same way that speaking up is better than the sound of crickets. Caring extends to action and being still is as good as dead.
Pretentious people are covering ears and pretending to be deaf when everyone knows that hands will also hear pleads and cannot in any way muffle cries. They would try to convince themselves that this is not their fault even when bodies are floating and they wash their hands on the same water.
Pretentious people would turn away from wounds and remind themselves that there is tomorrow, even when tomorrow is decided by today. They would insist that a new sun will rise even when we are facing the darkest night. The problem with relying on hope is that it makes people take the now for granted. Uncaring and unbothered by the stains of the moment. Hope is a sign of moving forward and not a figment that you wait to come. Hope is not pretentious that hushes people, it amplifies the time for grief.
Pretentious people would lie down and sleep on their soft mattresses, dreaming of rainbows and clouds. When they wake up, they defend themselves and claim that their shoulders and back are in pain. Pillows are at fault for that ache. They would play victims, while the real victims are singing lullabies to their children who can't dream.
Pretentious people close their eyes and say that they can not see a thing. No, they are not blind. They refuse to look at worm-infested parts because after all, they already have pests inside eating them alive. I refuse to tell them that.
I refuse to tell them that taking care of silence is a waste of time and heart. It would not grow up into an adult that would carry them to comfort. Silence would stab them in the back so when it is their turn to yell, they would not have any tongues. Silence would not envelop them into an embrace but would choke them until their guilt ingests them. Nurturing silence hinders the ability to listen and kills people who speak.
When you welcome silence into your home, remember that you are not brave or nice, you just have a home while others do not. But aren't you more pitiful than them? Especially when you do not have a voice anymore because silence is a thief. When you are burning in a fire, you need to shout.
So please, stop the pretense and put away your colored glasses. See the world as it is without the filter of silence and solace. Remember that lending a hand is more courageous than putting on a fist. The same way that speaking up is better than the sound of crickets. Caring extends to action and being still is as good as dead.
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