THE OPPOSITE OF RIGHT................................LEFT(cont.7)
And as the day broke in all it’s glorious new blackness, the emptiness filled and a tear ran as I began to turned to away..........sadness enveloped all of me.....an then a thought — a simple truth.....a disquieting fact.....a tragic reality.......
— only Special is preserved.......
— all else is left to disappear into anonymity — as if it’s being (and all it once represented — it’s very reason) never mattered.......
..............it’s very existence wiped from the minds of those who had once cared...........or did they ever........
.........Things cared for have been preserved for centuries and will be for centuries to come —
Why do only some care and keep all that should be nurtured and treasured alive..............
In the stillness, a numbing.......raw thought..........
It seems to follow.........
......If there a those who are now so readily discarding what were things held as important......
what will happen — if it follows — that they then start discarding people........
friends.....
loved ones.....
family.................
.......and then — might they not forget them..............
and erase them............
and exclude them.....
from their life...............
from their memory.............
Oh God..........
It would be better not even to be...........or better not even to have been..........
Is there anything worse than to know that you are insignificant......not to be worth a thought or a word or a ..............even the time of day — you don’t exist.............now forgotten.......
now left to die......Oh God.......
such grief must not happen.......never was such a thing ever imagined — but yet, looming there for all to see was proof..........there was no denying that such acts are now in existence..........
At least there is memory and life there........A memory......pure......and lasting — isn’t there..........
I do not want to be This Old House..............
But as I walked into the fog and vanished from it’s sight into the never ending darkness...............
Gone.........just gone................
I Knew I Was.....................................
..............Hope Never Dies
— only Special is preserved.......
— all else is left to disappear into anonymity — as if it’s being (and all it once represented — it’s very reason) never mattered.......
..............it’s very existence wiped from the minds of those who had once cared...........or did they ever........
.........Things cared for have been preserved for centuries and will be for centuries to come —
Why do only some care and keep all that should be nurtured and treasured alive..............
In the stillness, a numbing.......raw thought..........
It seems to follow.........
......If there a those who are now so readily discarding what were things held as important......
what will happen — if it follows — that they then start discarding people........
friends.....
loved ones.....
family.................
.......and then — might they not forget them..............
and erase them............
and exclude them.....
from their life...............
from their memory.............
Oh God..........
It would be better not even to be...........or better not even to have been..........
Is there anything worse than to know that you are insignificant......not to be worth a thought or a word or a ..............even the time of day — you don’t exist.............now forgotten.......
now left to die......Oh God.......
such grief must not happen.......never was such a thing ever imagined — but yet, looming there for all to see was proof..........there was no denying that such acts are now in existence..........
At least there is memory and life there........A memory......pure......and lasting — isn’t there..........
I do not want to be This Old House..............
But as I walked into the fog and vanished from it’s sight into the never ending darkness...............
Gone.........just gone................
I Knew I Was.....................................
..............Hope Never Dies
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