hide inside


Winter’s shadow shortens and we can almost smell the spring breeze as it gently caresses our cheeks with a promise that we won’t forever freeze and awake in the darkness. A beautiful neighbour, estranged from her husband, stares from her night-time window as if hoping for salvation and then vanishes shortly before her scowling spouse appears in her place, aggressively looking for signs of what it might have been that she was looking at. Sometimes all one can do is write a note and set it afloat upon shores of hope. There is beauty… there is an abundance of beauty in life… but sometimes it is necessary to dig deep to find it. A friend this week said ‘depression is a normal state of mind’. Perhaps she is correct. It seems that most people are suffering. We have increased means of communication but our communication, in most cases, seems to have decreased. It has become more shallow. The pace is too high and there is no moderation. After all, we always want the things that we can’t have and we become tired of the things that we have in abundance. We’ve lost balance. There are so many lonely people out there but communication seems to have changed from ‘who is your favourite author?’ to ‘would you like to fuck?’ and it has changed from one person asking to six hundred and fifty. So we hide inside and try to forget the world whilst living in it every day, totally disconnected from our fellow human beings.

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