"We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard"
- JF Kennedy President of America
I did not want to go there. But the new bus route home would take me there. Back there. Back through the streets I had once known so well. The gardens I had once run past in the darkness of the early mornings or the sunrises I had once been so privileged to witness.
Back there.
"I can drop you off at the top of the road" said the Bus driver.
He was a kind man. I could tell he was. Perhaps he sensed my deep fear.
"Thank you so much. It's such a hot day. Too hot for walking" I replied back
Too hot for running. I would never run again.
I walked quickly. The sun beating down on my head of long black hair which absorbed the incinerating heat of the day. I passed the place where I had once Fallen.
Fallen into their trap. They had waited for me. With no warning. The contradiction and the opposite. On an intensely cold and frosty morning, they had waited for me from afar, in the heat, with their words.
I had Fallen there. So savagely cut down and Fallen where upon I had heard those voices.
Responsible. Accountable. Trusted.
Privacy, Protection and Trust?
Positions of great honour and respect. Guardian of our trust. But not of mine. Not for the worthless.
Everyday they come here to ensure they are protected.
"I needed no help!" or any insulting paid off financial help!
I begged myself right there, not to Fear - not now.
Why do you come here? Year after year after year ?
To seek your victim. To protect your life! Your private life, your public life ? To ensure that nothing I have written will affect your elite powerful family life. The life you protect and control. The irony the outrage!
“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.”
-Marie Curie
- JF Kennedy President of America
I did not want to go there. But the new bus route home would take me there. Back there. Back through the streets I had once known so well. The gardens I had once run past in the darkness of the early mornings or the sunrises I had once been so privileged to witness.
Back there.
"I can drop you off at the top of the road" said the Bus driver.
He was a kind man. I could tell he was. Perhaps he sensed my deep fear.
"Thank you so much. It's such a hot day. Too hot for walking" I replied back
Too hot for running. I would never run again.
I walked quickly. The sun beating down on my head of long black hair which absorbed the incinerating heat of the day. I passed the place where I had once Fallen.
Fallen into their trap. They had waited for me. With no warning. The contradiction and the opposite. On an intensely cold and frosty morning, they had waited for me from afar, in the heat, with their words.
I had Fallen there. So savagely cut down and Fallen where upon I had heard those voices.
Responsible. Accountable. Trusted.
Privacy, Protection and Trust?
Positions of great honour and respect. Guardian of our trust. But not of mine. Not for the worthless.
Everyday they come here to ensure they are protected.
"I needed no help!" or any insulting paid off financial help!
I begged myself right there, not to Fear - not now.
Why do you come here? Year after year after year ?
To seek your victim. To protect your life! Your private life, your public life ? To ensure that nothing I have written will affect your elite powerful family life. The life you protect and control. The irony the outrage!
“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.”
-Marie Curie
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