What We Knew Is Not What We Know Now (2012)

​Original Story

February 27, 2016
*Originally written July, 2012*

The last piece written, chronologically speaking.  Still one more to wrap up everything.  Regardless, this piece was probably the most desperate one throughout.  

I don't know if I would say I was "depressed" per say, but if I wasn't, I was damn close.  Let me clarify too; I never was at the point where people had to worry about me or worry that I was going to do something irreversible.  I simply was lethargic, sad, and not myself.  Don't let your minds get too far out of bounds here.  This piece sums that up, essentially.  A piece about wanting help, but not knowing how to go get it.  But also, it's about the stubbornness that comes with being a loner attempting to get help and confide in others.

It's also an outlook on others from my perspective.  We as a society are so selfish that we very rarely offer to go out of our comfort zones to help others.  Sure, there are some good stories here and there, but a majority of what I've seen is easy dismissal because it's not convenient for some people.  We are all guilty of it.

Questioning is the big theme here.

And finally, we hit the line that created this collection.

Without further adieu:  

What We Knew Is Not What We Know Now

Arms left empty,
A heart with a void,
It’s all cliche, wouldn’t you agree?
How such sad eyes
Stare at sadder pupils
And whisper,
“Their pain is not like mine,
Because it is not mine.”
Where did the idea of unity flow to?
The tears that big, that swollen;
They floated to another distant shore.

Exhausted feet and stiff backs,
Pride too strong to break,
It’s all cliche, wouldn’t you agree?
How solemn words
Bounce off hollow chests and ears
And echo,
“Their pain is not like mine,
Because it is not mine.”
Where did the belief in strength in numbers march to?
Egos so conceited, that selfish;
They strolled through another vacant forest.

We wonder why we are alone
When we need people the most.
We wonder why the breeze is cooler
When no one is around to guard us.

No sounds (like footsteps through sand)
No trace of solidarity (like cracked cement walls)
No protection (like a pure blue sky)

​...And it’s like we never existed.

-end-

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