Rain politely drums on the sills and bonnets, The dampened air marches ominous and omnipotent, Two kindred souls lie speechless drowning in the same light, Silence undeterred by percolating words, Hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt, The incomprehensible clouding lust, Attempting to fathom the unjust of being not just. Why do shadows of the past dance in the future, Amidst the fog of older souls, lie ghosts of what could have been, Words avoid leaving permanent voids Holes that can never be filled
All things are composed by what the conscious eye perceives and constructs from them, original works of the mind. Things are not compiled by other's words; words can only printed or spoken and are devoid of formulating anything tangible other than a book, article or sounds; and can only ever culminate into an opinion. Which makes these words redundant.
Honestly, I can get my head around a concept on the things that go without saying clearly do need to be said. If you sit there in silence when you know another man has harmed a woman, you’re the problem. It’s time for men and women to stand up to any disgusting pig that makes a woman feel uncomfortable on this planet. Be it a raised hand, a weird look or a snide comment - d on’t fucking allow it, and go out of your way to put the most resilient, loving, giver of life on the pedestal they deserve to be on. There’s nothing scummier than making the giver of life feel uncomfortable on what should be deemed there planet.
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