the part that doesn't die.

to die. alone. in the rain.


i watch the Time go ticking down, the Water's falling on the ground
i catch myself and try to speak with grace.
...
i wish for nothing but the Rain, to fall and wash away
everything that i've done wrong, find a way to make You strong
if only for another day
...
its the part that doesn't die that makes it hurt.




stop. just stop.

Why do you look at the ground when you're walking?? What's on the ground that will help you? Rise above that, let your eyes meet someone else's. That person has a life--just like You. You're no better than They are. Look at Them! Force yourself to see their faces if you have to, but look at them. And don't stop there ... keep looking. See the pain in their eyes. the troubled hearts through their expression. the exhaustion in their every breath.

i'm not asking you to care about these people ... that's probably asking for a bit much. For how could i expect anyone to care about anything beyond themselves?? 'That's just absurd!' i hear you say ... 'It's an expectation ... expectations of people are unreasonable, impractical, impossible.' Or are they? Really ... think about this one for a minute. Ah ... another expectation--for you to actually THINK about something outside of your comfortable little world ...

What do people want? What does anyone want from anyone else, above all else? Respect. When all else is torn away, ceteris peribus, one person to the next--respect is what maintains tolerance, if nothing else. No one expects you to actually take the time to care, only to respect them enough to realize that they are, in fact, an actual being with actual feelings, experiences, problems, joys, and actual life. Even if you cannot find anyone who is there in life, there are always more people in the world.

yes, i have expectations--these expectations are as such: look up. Look up and take notice, then give your respect.

When did this happen, pray tell ... when did people start losing respect for life. And how did this happen?? There are a few people i've met which i couldn't survive without, but anyone who can live in this world deserves my respect.

Now i must ask ... can i live in this world? How will i survive this?

i asked this of SL ... how will i ever survive? And he replied: 'haha ... you always have.' ... we all are. all of us. surviving. together.

And for now--i'll keep sitting in the rain, practising for tomorrow, and hoping to see the sky open up once more.