A TIME.

Art : Pojo.

By Sakuan.

There is a time and a place for everything, that is what I was told, and I had to abide by that in order to survive or so I believed. I see you the way you see me and all of this is new and confusing because how can I tell what is good and what is bad, who am I to say that my life is worth even fathoming and the next person isn’t?

The other day I waited, not because I wanted to but because I felt I was in the wrong place and it was at the wrong time but I was wrong, I was completely wrong and I can say that with chest. They told me to be careful with what I did, they said this to me but I was confused because they never took their own advice, so who am I to follow them if they don’t lead themselves?

I wonder why people think.

What makes you who you are? What makes you do the things that you do and what pushes you to become courageous? Solidarity, who are you and what do you want with me? Hey there, you are important to me and you are special to me, you need to tell me who you are right now, you need to believe in me, you need to be precious for us to work, and you need everything that I need to be me but I don’t need you to be me so I have the upper hand. We all need to survive and you are the only person who knows my pain, you are the only person who can tell them who we are. You don’t say anything back to me when I ask a question, sometimes I wonder if you are real or if you are just but a reflection of self.

We are heartless, it is time to be, we have the right to be, we should be, this is the right time to be heartless. The things we do are only heartless in their eyes, to us it is our right to be this way, to us we are here to stay, to us we are never heartless for you need heart to do what we do, if that is not enough reason then maybe it will satisfy you to know that we are this way for our survival. The pain that my ears see and my eyes hear, only a madman would understand. The screeching sound a chalkboard makes when I scratch it with my long nails, that is what these thoughts do to my brain, it is never peaceful in my heart, I am not peaceful and it is not because I don’t know how to be.

By Nu Nazareth.