View from home.

By mer ·

No-one can help you in this world. Sure someone can pull you from the lake if you can’t swim or out of a burning car for that matter. But I continue to notice—I can’t help but notice by the way, that in this world with all these people—we are very much painstakingly alone.

Someone may want to save us in an emergency but they have no idea what to do with us once this happens.

What are you saving me for?

In the meantime it is fear that will be a stand in.

Even if they are family.

You can’t leave.

I don’t know why, but you can’t go.

The loneliness in an unbalanced populated world is something that I am only recently aware of. For many years it was just a degradation without an origin; a emerging idea that something was wrong, but that something could easily be covered over by life’s drives.

But if you steady yourself; if you find a way to slow yourself down just enough; maybe you could get a glimpse of what’s buried underneath it all.

Maybe you’ve found a relationship that has postponed your pining and you stumble one day with an empty mind into the stark loneliness of things. Maybe it is an event that nothing outside you can soothe.

I have no answers when you are at this place. But it is the reality that sits underneath the makeup of this life full of chasing and speeding and driving and numbness we can feel at times.

The relationship or experience that connects you to it--is important. Again I don’t have have any answers. I just have a feeling that they are here in this place somewhere.

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