[darkpurplesecrets]

What happens when you feel lost and like you are on a journey that will never end? When life takes away the very breath and leaves you asking questions that there are no answers to. And even if there were answers, would you be able to see them or somehow know? Sometimes there are no answers no matter how hard you try to find one, and nothing makes sense no matter how far inside one looks. And when something happens you have to hide somewhere within yourself so that not even yourself knows the answers for they may hurt worse than not knowing.

Right now something feels amidst within almost like danger is hiding something that could very well hurt us all something that no one not even those within has been able to touch. Though love seems to be present now, this feeling is lost to love and it does not understand nor does it seem to want to. It whispers it is a trick that is calling us towards devastation and it cannot be trusted. It refuses to feel anything that even remotely resembles love for love hurt always and it never felt good or made any sense.

It freezes to feelings that could ever resemble love and it turns away from those who would try to in anyway show or represent good. For good never was and no matter how hard it tried, it could never reach a place where good could possibly be met. To be good was to ask for pain, to accept what came, and to be thankful in the end. What kind of good would that be? What constitutes being good to be hurt? No matter how hard or how many times you did what was expected, it never counted and it never matter, for even perfection could not meet such goodness. The cost was a high price to pay to those who loved so what high price do we pay now to be loved?

Dare we say that love cost every time someone reaches out to any. For those marks we wear are the marks that reminds us what we do not understand and what we somehow deserve. In the face of others nothing is seen but in the face of those within lie the blackened reminders of what love costs and though some do not understand it still is all they have known. Would you tell a child that what they so want to believe never existed for that is all they know and to change is a risk that still leaves one beaten and scared to believe somehow the words could be different yet somehow they never change, not for within.

Trying to look one in the eyes you would see what lies so deep if only for one moment in time you could step within un-blinded and walk deep where no one has walked. Words do not come here and they cannot be heard. Deafness lives here for no word could penetrate the place where it stopped so long ago. For to believe was too much and each time proven it could not exists not even hidden within for no one ever knew. And no one ever tried to know or to hear the silent screams that took over when not even a sound could be made. And words what are they? All have different meanings to different ones yet none make sense to someone who cannot hear or cannot see.

Sometimes time just seems to stop and stall in a place that always has been, to a place that remains unnoticed and unseen for to look at such a place would be to be no more. For there is no words to tell or feelings to explain what never was or at least never got the chance to be. To some this may not make sense but to those here it is real and it screams back into blankness that echoes nothing to anyone. Here we are alone where no one has ever come and where no one has ever looked. Blank to you and to those who thought it okay to keep silent the very voice that needed someone, just anyone to hear, to listen, and to even care just once.

If this seems negative to you then you are not hearing what is trying to be said for this is a part no one has seen or heard. Maybe a part that is lost forever for within lies a place that no one ever heard or has seen, except through moments unaware that it stood before you. Moments that life took without caring how or if another breath was taken. Moments that words were not important because they never were and where nothing speaks or moves yet it is there. Where eyes meet yours with glassing tears that will not fall. And where nothing or no one looks for that part that holds this—alone.

Echoes of dps

[anderson]

((((((DPS))))))))
safe hugs as you look within my friend.