The effort to NOT respond.

Having to act like everything's normal proves to be difficult.

Especially when it seems that I'm the only one who thinks anything is wrong. 

It seems sad that people would even have to consider resorting to such petty acts.

Avoiding one's eyes. 

Hiding yourself in a tiny ball just to keep yourself safe. 

Everything seems so surface, so physical. 

Does no one really want anything deeper. 

People are three demension structures. 

So are their minds, their hearts. 

There is no limit to how close you can be to a person. 

Getting close to someone is the easy part.

It's detatching youreself that's hard. 

Not being able to reach for that tether. 

Knowing that the other side of that tether is numb. 

Pretending to not care, that everything's fine and 

there was no difference in you at all. 

Looking away from a car crash is so hard because 

the mind naturally wants to know the source of panic. 

But can you really stop such a tragedy?

The cars collide, you stand on the sidewalk 

that's all you can do because the damage is already done. 

Collapsing isn't only physical. 

Feeling everything inside falling to the ground, 

the shock a silent killer.

The love/hate relationship of my bipolar heart is on the rocks. 

As the leaves start to change, 

I watch everyone else do the same. 

Everyone's heart and mind are completely in sync with each other and 

they all seem to have made great decisions. 

They all look so happy. 

As much as I want that,

I know the price. 

I know that at some point, 

no matter how things are now, 

I can tell that the effort to not respond to the people that they so much as

COULD HAVE cared about will hurt.

Everything will fall and for a time, 

so will they. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.