The two pieces below were originally published on the blogsite, thingsfromsomewhere; republished with permission.
Lion in a Cage
It feels as if our hearts are desperately searching for something or running away from something. Maybe both are the same thing. We cannot bear to drift in emptiness.
Maybe we are running away from unspoken words. Those troublesome words. Trying to express feelings with words is like putting a lion in a cage for people to watch. We are searching for a noise loud enough to silence the words left unspoken.
We are running away from the darkness, towards a flood of colors so bright that it blinds us; to hide the light that darkness cannot.
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Lonely Death
A man in his fifties who lived alone was found dead in his home. It had been several days since his death. Then the talk began. If you live alone, they won’t find your body right away. If you live alone, you die young. Living alone is bad for your health.
Fortunately, all the people writing these things had their families by their side. A day or two later, they forgot about the whole thing, and about death. They started reading other news. Cases of domestic violence, rates of spouses cheating on each other and the lower rates of divorce, a mother who killed her mentally disabled child and then herself, a man who ran away with his neighbor’s wife, a woman who abandoned her children.
As these ordinary events came and went, they fell asleep at night holding their spouses and dreamed of other people.
Centre of the Web 