Pushing partner.....

I was just sitting around and listening to music today, and I realized there isn't much room for me in this world. And then I realized there isn't enough room, for anyone in this day and age. Everyone must go and push their own way into existence. Our mother's gave us the first push, rejecting us at birth, and throwing us into this trash bin. Now we have have to push throw the filth, just to end up in a more "sanitary" spot in life. Every used glass has a spot, no matter how much you scrub it. Heh. At times like this I wish I was born with my eyes open, because if had just gotten one good look at this place, I would have "forgotten" to breathe. But then again, even if I could see, I must remember innocent eyes are always blind, so it wouldn't have mattered. However if there was a way I could see through my mother's eyes, or anyone in the hospital room, with experience, then maybe there would have been a chance for escape. No that's a lie, for seeing through those eyes would have robbed me of my stainless heart, just as the world would have, so a there is no such thing as a clean break.......

Blasphemy. Violation. Forbidden. Or a more modern label, emo. That is what this thoughts are marked with. Not because they are wrong (which they might be), but because they are frightening. One out of a thousand will acquire this fear, and like a virus they will spread it through, the unarmed hundreds, like an epidemic. The sick without knowing why, will accept this fear without any reason. This creates a predjuce. This predjuce, becomes a habit, which becomes local color, which will then converts into an unwritten rule. These laws, this "common sense" become chains on the minds of men, they block doors, and stop imagination. The true injustice is that we embrace these shackles, like a comforting carress from the sun. Never realizing all the possiblities. But some wish to live without these possiblities. because (I will speak freely) it is better it live with one truth.

Ignorance is bliss. Acceptance creates happiness, however it does not make the truth. Men would rather be at ease though. Peace is the main factor. Which is why I do not wish to push my ideas on others. For people would literally kill themselves. The weak. They are not strong enough to explore, the voyage is much to great. But note I do not say we are searching for the truth, but instead possiblities, that could in fact be true. (But allow me to get back on my subject before hand).

A pushing partner. Some do not need it but others, more fearful ones do. Curiosity keeps one from stopping, but at the same time, emptiness keeps one in place. To pass over the bridge of possiblities, you must dig deep into your purse and give up every bit of innocence you have. That can destroy a person, and literally rip out every bit of feeling that you possess. The struggle for sanity is unavoidable, and misundestanding simply becomes, as common as breathing. Because of this a person's journey will become labored. But a partner could help.

Someone to lean as you stumble over the hills of lies and truth. They could help you push through the filth. However they would both be broken. Everyone that comes over the bridge breaks in way or another. But they could help one another. Soothe scars, help heal bruises, and save one another. If there was any sliver lining to mankind I'd have to say this would be it (in my opinion).

Learning they could eduacte one another. Open a door their partner was too afaird to touch. Run where they would walk. Crawl where they would walk. Laugh where they will cry....etc. And when one can not go on, drag them through. This is a perfect consept in theory, but very hard to do.

Trust after realizing possiblities trust when it comes to others, most of the time, seizes to exist. So does love. But if they could recover such emotions, then they could truly become a pair of pushing partners. This would not destroy their faults, but it would make them more liveable.

Life. And isn't what everyone wants to survive in?? I do. It would be a blow to my selfish pride if I didn't. This never ending merrygoround, plays a very sad tune in disguise, but two partners, some determination, and a few smiles could make better. A fool, would make this world more colder. *Smiles* Pushing partners I think that's a lovely thought......