Just listen…

Why is it those closest to me will pick everyone else’s side but mine?

A distinct lack of understanding emirates from them. This irritates me because when they want to be angry I let them be angry, I offer my support and stand by their side weather they are right or wrong.

Again and again I seem to be on my own, wanting nothing more than an ear to listen and not hold it against me.

I guess my attitude will always leave me in this situation.

We can either fall together, or stand alone. The latter always seem easier.

Who once they were…

Who once they were were a gentle and kind,
Who once they were of a similar mind,
Who once they were friends they did make,
Who once they were for granted they didn’t take,
Who once they were was a mask in the light,
Who once they were is now a sorry sight,
Who once they were they thought they knew,
Who once they were was never true.

Double Standards

A man will hit a woman and become a brute, but when a woman hits a man she becomes a hero… Are world is riddled with double standards, half truths and people to ignorant to learn the full story of any situation.

I was watching a young couple argue. It stemmed seemingly from nothing, they bickered fiercely until she stands and throws hot tea in to his face. It was at this point I got between then and asked why would she do such a dangerous thing.

Her attention and anger turned to me, but she still could not give a reason. Instead she decided to raise her hand to me in an attempt to scare and remove me from the situation. All she did was make herself look foolish after I looked at her with disgust.

I do not know why she did what she did, but what ever her reason does it make it right? I found the simple fact that many onlookers were watching with an almost gleeful eye at seeing this young lad get berated by his partner. A look of “Well done girl, you fight the male oppression.”, such dimwitted fools we are.

If the situation was reversed I would have no doubt that I would not have been the only one to have stepped in, chances are if her was the aggressor he would have been lynched by the mob.

I guess no matter the situation we will always have a bias view, and I guess there will always be double standards.

A year past

It has been a whole year since I started writing.

In that time there has been so much hurt and suffering, so much pain.

Over this time I have come to one indisputable conclusion: No matter how hard we try to avoid it, how far we run from it or how much we ignore it; change will always find us.

We as people don’t change much, we merely grown and learn. Through experience comes foresight and wisdom, the only difference between people who learn is the ability to use said knowledge.

Lets see if this time I can get it right.

The flow of Time

Again and again I see the same problems arise in different ways, but despite this there is still a world full of people who miss the point, they just don’t understand.

I personally have gotten to the point of disbelief with the majority.

Why I hear you ask? Because the majority want someone to tell them they can do what they’re doing and everything will be ok. I’m afraid I have some sad news for these people; it won’t be ok.

We are all subject to the flow of time. We can’t stop it, we can only accept its inevitable influence.

Staring in to the distance.

There is woman who sits across from me, no older than mid thirties. She stares in to the distance seemingly detached from the world and her surroundings. She wears a deep blue dress that stands out from the crowd, but no one it seems notices this.

Her hair is a dark red and her eyes emerald green, her disposition fascinates me. I have not seen look like this before, it is almost a look of longing. As I glance over she does not notice, she is totally absorbed in her own world. I wonder what she is thinking?

I see a mark on her ring finger where a ring once used to sit, she touches the space while staring off in to nothing, is she divorced or widowed? It’s clear that what ever her past that ring that is no longer present was of great significance.

Suddenly her expression changes, she smiles, stands up and leaves the coffee shop. Just like that someone so lost in thought returned to the world of conscious thought, put on her mask and continued her life. I will never know the story behind the missing ring, I will only know that it had a deep meaning and that what ever the reason she was never the same after its removal.

I guess its not what we see that tells us the most about a person, nor is it what they say. It’s what we don’t see or hear that matters the most.

It’s what we don’t see or hear that tells us the story of where someone what been and where they are going.

A Plan

Over the past few days I’ve found myself lost for words. There has been nothing but silence in my world, it feels like the calm before the storm, it feels like I’m being watched.

Nothing out of the ordinary has happened, nor have I seen any of the faces that continued to cause me torment. Are they gone from my life for good? Or is this merely a brief moment of peace before everything comes to a head?

Soon enough my life will be moving on to its next chapter, progression is at hand. In my own mind I have a plan, half is in the control and half is not, this is where I need to use influence where I can to achieve my desired outcome.

They think that I’m on their side… that’s never been the case. There is no honour amongst thieves and they would not hesitate to cast me asunder once again. This time however they are playing right in to my hands.

If all the cards fall in the right order I can leave him this gift.