paranoia


Paranoias and fears do their best to settle into the dampest of silent nights and keep us awake with their taunting voices asking us to run headlong into madness and screaming at the very people we most love because, in our moments of doubt, we suspect the most preposterous of acts. As always there is music and there are books. The lyrics in songs share our pains and remind us that we are not alone. The words in books map out the distant past, the shared human condition of longing and love lost leading to pain and despair. Through this we are soothed and given a wonderful company. And, of course, if these things fail, there is always one thing left, there’s always death. And, it must be asked, where are you now? Why is it that you disappear? Why is it that you are so silent and cannot talk about the things happening in your life? This is true for so many in modern life… a silence sets in and the pain and uncertainty is buried deep within because it is considered wrong to express emotion and even worse to reach out to another human being with confessions of weakness, for that person may enjoy it to much or try to use it to take advantage. We become shells… afraid of any interaction…  

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