Sunday, February 14, 2016
innocence
maybe we were never innocent.
but i had felt out of past, guilt and remorse,
reborn in a new awareness and innocence.
for now my innocence has disappeared.
i have to clean myself and wash.
going to look for water.
scars
the scars in my skin and in my physical heart are nothing in comparison to the
hedges grown in my mind nor to the tumour hiding in my soul.
what our parents did to us, the times we were starved of love, joy, affection and embraces, we seem to do to each other, unwilling to recognize it.
but fate forces us to see the terrible truth.
there appears to be no escape which does not mean that there are no other ways. we just cannot find them easily as we are too busy to run for repair.
is it possible?
James Baldwin, quote, on writing
'When you’re writing, you’re trying to find out something which you don’t know. The whole language of writing for me is finding out what you don’t want to know, what you don’t want to find out. But something forces you to anyway.'
William Styron, Darkness Visible:quote
'The gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. But it is not an immediately identifiable pain, like that of a broken limb. It may be more accurate to say that despair, owing to some evil trick played upon the sick brain by the inhabiting psyche, comes to resemble the diabolical discomfort of being imprisoned in a fiercely overheated room. And because no breeze stirs this caldron, because there is no escape from this smothering confinement, it is entirely natural that the victim begins to think ceaselessly of oblivion.'
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