what is it about such things


a/n: take some time to consider this. i find it very important. thanks.

"Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire's flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It's not desiring the fall; it's terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling "don't" and "hang on," can understand the jump. Not really. You'd have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling." - D. F. Wallace


"Oh no, she's couldn't,

"is she still breathing?"

We hear the news stories,

our eyes need no decieving,

from these terrible glories,

we've been recieving;


It's a ploy,


the companies will

reluctantly confess:

curiosity they exploit and fulfill,

while their pockets paychecks bless;


It's idle chatter

from mouth to dirty mouth,

as everyone seems to know,

yet the truth of the matter lies south

of the facades we live to grow,

buried beyond routh*;


As young children,

we are taught to avoid pain,

to engage the pieces of our conscience

that cater to our eventual gain,

and so it may only occur once,

that we glance over souls freshly slain;


It may only happen once,

that we capture this sense of desperation,

corroded so deeply into some,

that they become the essence of desecration,

trapped in what they never wanted to become:

a shell, worthy of no consideration;


But even this little glimpse,

may help us understand,

the longing in their bones,

to achieve a purpose seemingly anything but grand:

to give up each breath as though they were loans,

for they just cannot find the will to stand;


They are not weak:

those in the thresholds of the medicine cabinet,

clutching a bottle of pills or a knife,

those standing on the edge of regret,

as their hearts battle with indescribable strife,

and the voices in their head remind them of their suffocating debt;


You may never understand how it feels,

to toe the edge of the line,

and take your last breath,

to tell your loved ones that you are fine,

while contemplating the peace that comes with death,

to step right, then left, as your eyes finally shine;


You may never know how it feels to give in

and fall.