Mouth agape with vocals vibrating, across the patio railing, whizzing past window sills, through childrens' ears, past cars and up into the air to be dispersed into vast nothingness. Everyone hears the melody of pitches, but nobody opens their hearts to listen to the echos of pain.
Salty tears make large, looking glass puddles. Words fall out like broken puzzle pieces waiting to be put together. Hands writhe and wriggle, wandering passionately through the air, expressing their emotions through dance. Eyes quickly peek at this distant motion due to peripheral vision. Being so acquainted with such movements, the eyes look away at other musings. So easily conformed to the tragedies of this world, our hearts no longer breathe empathy, but breathe out carelessness.
Attached to our feet are immortal shadows. If you see no shadow, you are not standing in the light. For we all have gray beings that follow us about...taunting us, making us vulnerable in the daylight. When nightfall arrives, our lives entangle inside old buildings, hiding the true self that screams out loud through the thin, plastered walls. Screams, screams.....SCREAMS! Every voice yelling for understanding. Every voice quiet and pretending. Every face mashed with scars. Every voice looks away without grace. Compassion vanishes without a trace.
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