"We come. We go. And in between we try to understand."
-Rod Steiger
sipping at a cup of warm chamomile tea, i await the hypnotic lull to droopy eyelids and gentle snoring. it doesn't happen. the day started out full of sunny anticipation, but ended in apathetic lethargy. i drop a pill into the cup, listening to the sizzling noise as effervescence takes place.
sometimes it is difficult to understand the how and the why of life, the who brings pain much, and the when ready will ever come. am i losing you? probably. are you perplexed at why my mind unfurls like labyrinthine byways of modern literature?
i watch as the tiny bits of leaves escape the tea bag and settles at the bottom of my glass. i gave it a little stir and the bits start to swirl. something is dying inside and i don't know how to fix it. instead, i turn to indifference. it is one of the most powerful emotion(or the lack of).
"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference."
-Elie Wiesel
contempt and stonewalling is poison. how do we retain that fondness and admiration for love?
