vatjui
11-21-2002, 11:05 AM
I'm sitting again. Looking out over the world as the world looks out over me. The world is a sponge, I think. Taking everything into the depths of it only to spit it out again. Luckily people never see this. I walk around now and watch the younger ones play and laugh. It's wonderful to watch. Seing things I can't do anymore. To laugh without knowing why is what I miss the most. I watch the children laugh as if in that one moment, everything is right in the world. Even if they laugh without sound. As the joy that their faces radiate reflects things to come. And yet the things don't come. I also watch the children cry. It weakens me, I think. So horrible the sound, the expression, the pain. I wish I could warn them for things to come. Thing to accept and things to repel. But even if I did they wouldn't understand not until it's too late.