Static Time

A peaceful tranquility has surrounded me, this feeling is eery, it seems like the calm before the storm.

The peace was beautiful while it lasted.

As I sit in this local coffee house watching and listening to the people around me I noticed one thing, they are all oblivious to how one another is feeling. They are talking but not listening.

Each pairing or group look totally relaxed, the pitches of their voices change for a sultry tone to an elevated pitch only when they talk about themselves. I can feel their attention focused only on themselves, one didn’t even noticed her child had walked half way towards to door before his absence became apparent.

We are becoming a world living in static time, everything around us ages and we take no notice because we do not care.

In the Darkness I listen


Long sleepless night of drinking and dancing with friends both old and new begins to take its toll, each time I go out I find less and less enjoyment in drinking vast amounts of alcohol and find that it is was the company that quelled the rampant thoughts that I was cursed with. After finding the place between rage and serenity that allowed me to remove any thoughts from my mind and forget showed me the clarity to appreciate the help and support I have been given by friends.

The night draws to a close and I have been approached by various friends asking for nothing more than someone just to listen to their tales of love and affection for one who does not reciprocate. The looks I see behind their eyes vary from a looks of longing for a passion the seek to rekindle or a petrified glare that stops them letting go of a past and moving towards what could be their future, others still carry the love in their hearts despite the one sided nature of their situation.

I offer a friendly ear and take it all in, leaving the venue I send out messages “If you need to talk I am here, but when you ask for my opinion I will say what you don’t want to hear” A truth from a 4th persons view, all the observations and knowledge from experiences I have suffered, even if it only helps one person avoid an unnecessary entanglement and pain akin to a thousand knifes pricing through their heart it would be worth it.

Walking home in the darkness with my thoughts as my company I listen and allow them to be forgotten, carried away with the wind, each step I feel lighter and lighter until I reach my home. A sudden verse comes to mind, I know not where from but I feel the need to write it for all to see.

“You love the right person at the wrong time, the wrong person at the right time and fail to see the one who has loved you from the day you met. Such is Life.”