Like Relentless drops of Blood from a cut body, Hope drips out of us. It's like being strapped to a table, Helplessly watching your life slip away. You can Scream or not scream, it makes no difference. There is no one to Hear. And yet I still hear talk of a Future.
Who can Sustain this? Who can Endure this? Why is this Madness Allowed to continue? I must Shut my mind to the insanity lest I lose it altogether. Yet I know Denial is the Enemy. It sits on the Throne of power, laughing at our foolishness as we hope against hope to receive Life when choosing Death. But as hope Drips away it becomes more and more Obvious the Wrongness of the Path we've taken. Why do we Fear Survival so?
"Nothing can be Done," is the Official Mantra of the Authorities. So as houses Burn with Families inside, we walk by and Shrug, repeating the mantra. The sky Darkens with polluted ash, many Starve as food is refused, and those who Speak honestly are Crucified - without exception. We see this, hear this, and live this in traumatic Silence. Would an alien Observer wonder why we don't Rise up to Save ourselves? I certainly would.
I do not know how to Reconcile this world. Love has gone Underground, it's the last safe place to be. But its Time is limited too. Our dreams are Twisted, in contradiction of Nature. Some say hope is not Possible because it never was. The truth is we are making that a Reality by rejecting that which can Save us. The suffering is Intolerable and the Tragedy Inconceivable. I bear Witness to this and my Eyes will never be the same.
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