Words are often left unspoken amongst the mangled and the broken words can heal, but instead silence while we tolerate the violence on our bodies/ in our minds a tangled web, we dare not unwind to ourselves -and one another - we've been unkind, though we are lovers.
Ponder this questionable existence where there is an abundance of resistance to be ourselves and feel the love constantly searching for a reason above instead of reaching out and extending our hand to our neighbor, our brother, "some kids in a van"
It's funny how we land here in this position abandoning our families and breaking tradition to learn about the world and the way that it works some people have kinds souls and others are just jerks One day you ask an old man "Sir, may I have a dollar? I just want some food, maybe a water."
His reaction could be harmful, harsh, judgemental the skill that needs building is very fundamental "You'll spend it on drugs! Get out of my face!" Discouraging words spoken of the human race, "Sir may I have a dollar or some food? Maybe water" Another man approaches as he walks with his daughter... The daughter tugs this man and she slips him some change How smart the children are.. Isn't it strange? with one small glance of the smile in this exchange the man understood, the answer was plain.
Now you have a dollar, although not enough for food, inside you feel a warmth and a change in your mood. The youth can inspire every second, every day by giving out love hoping that the idea will stay.
"Some kids in a van" were once your sons and daughters when people realize this, they seem to have a few more dollars words are often left unspoken each and every day- If you extended your heart and hand, that pain is sure to run astray.