Monday, November 24, 2008

Fog

Standing by the window he was thinking: ‘what if life stops now and the world stops turning?’ and ‘what if this damn fog would lift and we’d be able to see clearly once in a while?’ Because everything was foggy: the lawn, the pond the windowpanes and his mind.

Sometimes when things happen in your past they root themselves in your soul and you have to fight not to let your traumas dictate your present. Like when your daddy beats up your mummy and molests your sister and she can’t go to school because of the bruises on her face. And not just her face but that’s the only part of her you see when she’s hiding away in her grey grey uniform. Her uniform gets greyer every day and her face gets greyer and the bruises greener and you can feel her slip away into the fog. That same damn fog, the one that’s clouding your mind. And you want to fight but you can’t, because there’s too much fog in your mind and because your daddy is too big and strong and terrifying.

But then these are things you can not think about. They never happened because if they did your world would stop turning and maybe your life would end in the fog.

The fog was entering the room through the hole in the broken windowpane. The windowpane was broken because somebody had smashed their head right into it. A little boy, and he’d done it on purpose. Smashed his own head into the windowpane because… because… his world had just stopped turning.



(This story is for everybody who feels down today. Remember that there are always people who are much much worse off. That sometimes hurt and pain get passed down generation after generation. That things may escalate but in the end we are all just hurt souls trying to survive in a way. Remember that life is full of beautiful things as well, there are rosebuds and sparrows, the silence of the mountains in winter and the pink of the sky at sunset, even if in the city streets you can see only a strip of it, may it be a ribbon of hope. Fight to keep your heart pure and good because it is the most beautiful thing you have... and it is the beginning of a better world. This story is for everybody who is feeling down today, I am praying for you!)

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