Post by gtbCHOLO on Feb 4, 2009 23:34:10 GMT -5
This is my conviction-
Alma Ciega...she was there, she breathed, she blinked. But then, again, I'm not too sure. She was always there but never really seemed to be there. She never felt and never thought. She just did not care, and as such all those around her who once reached out to her forgot her just as she had closed the door to them. She was not an evil woman. She committed no evil, but of course she did no good either. Alma Ciega saw many things, she did, but she was never there. She, once, was on her way home and saw a man in the alley wielding a knife above a young man. She thought nothing, saw but did not see, and turned her head and went home, she was not afraid, she just did not care. On another occasion, she went out upon her balcony and witnessed the most tragic of events: a young mother on the adjacent balcony holding a child, singing, cajoling, harmonizing with the wind. The timbre of her voice went sharp and at the climax of the song the infant fell to the ground...infanticide. Alma Ciega saw but didn’t see. She went back into her home and sipped her coffee.
There was much she could have done, and much she could have said, but nothing...nothing. To the people who loved her... nothing. People who considered her a friend reached out to her, to pull her out of her apathy, her shell, but what they so desperately reached for was not there. She was empty and as such had no being, no essence or existence. She hurt them all in the worst possible way...she closed her heart to them.
She died. It was an amusing death. She sat on her couch awake, and she opened her eyes not her physical eyes her mind's eye. She saw all that she had not done. She saw what little she had done, and in shock she withered away. Her spirit wavered, evanescent and then fluttered away. In her closed life she had experienced little in terms of spirituality and prayer. She had been apathetic for so much of her that it never seemed to matter. The result was that just as she forgot God, he forgot her. The devil did not even know of her existence and never bothered with her. So in the two places that the dead would reside, she currently is in neither of them. The world that she had turned her back on, turned its back on her soul and she is now lost. The compassion people had given to her, she took for granted and gave none back. Now at her most desperate hour she is gone. She knew nothing. She felt nothing. She is now...nothing.
-to my friend, this is how i feel
Alma Ciega...she was there, she breathed, she blinked. But then, again, I'm not too sure. She was always there but never really seemed to be there. She never felt and never thought. She just did not care, and as such all those around her who once reached out to her forgot her just as she had closed the door to them. She was not an evil woman. She committed no evil, but of course she did no good either. Alma Ciega saw many things, she did, but she was never there. She, once, was on her way home and saw a man in the alley wielding a knife above a young man. She thought nothing, saw but did not see, and turned her head and went home, she was not afraid, she just did not care. On another occasion, she went out upon her balcony and witnessed the most tragic of events: a young mother on the adjacent balcony holding a child, singing, cajoling, harmonizing with the wind. The timbre of her voice went sharp and at the climax of the song the infant fell to the ground...infanticide. Alma Ciega saw but didn’t see. She went back into her home and sipped her coffee.
There was much she could have done, and much she could have said, but nothing...nothing. To the people who loved her... nothing. People who considered her a friend reached out to her, to pull her out of her apathy, her shell, but what they so desperately reached for was not there. She was empty and as such had no being, no essence or existence. She hurt them all in the worst possible way...she closed her heart to them.
She died. It was an amusing death. She sat on her couch awake, and she opened her eyes not her physical eyes her mind's eye. She saw all that she had not done. She saw what little she had done, and in shock she withered away. Her spirit wavered, evanescent and then fluttered away. In her closed life she had experienced little in terms of spirituality and prayer. She had been apathetic for so much of her that it never seemed to matter. The result was that just as she forgot God, he forgot her. The devil did not even know of her existence and never bothered with her. So in the two places that the dead would reside, she currently is in neither of them. The world that she had turned her back on, turned its back on her soul and she is now lost. The compassion people had given to her, she took for granted and gave none back. Now at her most desperate hour she is gone. She knew nothing. She felt nothing. She is now...nothing.
-to my friend, this is how i feel
I had no idea u wrote this stuff, but it's good - pretty well written, great message.
. The passion in it is clear - keep it up.