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I scream and I scream and I scream. Heads turn, but people avoid making eye contact. Help does not come, not in this world. You are alone with your suffering. If you help, you know what to expect: you get sucked in to someone else's head, someone else's scream, until their suffering becomes your suffering and in turn all you have left is your own screams in the night.
So people don't help, instead they judge. Judging is safer, you do it from a distance, you preserve your boundaries. You stand higher than the people you judge, and they can't reach you. They can't harm you, and their screams will never get into your head.
Their screams will never get into your head. That's too late for me, I'm carrying other people's scream, and they rip me appart until I can't fight them anymore and they take over my being. I become the scream, the scream is all there is as I abandon myself to it's inevitably.
Suffering is the scream and there is no end to it. Never I shall be free again, even if, in that short interval where I take a breath between two screams, in that short interval I dare to dream and hope. It doesn't last long before the universe's resonance hits me back in full, the universal scream screeching violently through my body and taking me with it.
The scream is all there is.
Nov 04 · 6 weeks ago · 👍 mrrobinhood5, cstroie, bronzie94