I hope ye have all settled in nicely into the new year. And I really hope this year will be the year all your hopes and dreams come true!
I've been asked a lot of questions regarding Neurological Warfare since it was posted, and all I've really told people is that it's fictitious. It is, I'm not lying.. But it is a little personal.
I initially wrote Neurological Warfare because I thought it would be appropriate to finally construct my thoughts into a poem.. So that people would read it and understand.
But while I did that, I put a fictional turn on the story that may have taken away from my point. The moral of Neurological Warfare, in summary, was that there are outsiders, outside relationships, wars, homes, fights, friend circles.. Everywhere.. And very often, more can be seen from the outside.
In this instance, the girl can see there is no real point to the war that is happening, and from the outside, she can see how simple it would be to fix it.
Personally, I can relate to this girl very strongly.. It is not me, first person, but I can relate.. Just as I hope others will too..
For years now, I have dreamed of writing to world leaders with theoretical ways of fixing global problems.. I am no politician, I cannot build structures.. I don't know what it would take to physically implement my ideas.. But, I have ideas. I have a structure.. I have theories.
I just don't have the confidence to actually write to anyone.. To share these theories.
The Destructive Bystander is a continuation of Neurological Warfare .. I maintained the same story, about the girl and her dream. But I gave her the ambition and confidence to carry out her dreams.
Basically, more often than not, it's not the dream that disappoints someone. It's not that you fail, it's not that it turns out to be less than you expect.
It's usually someone close to you that lets you down. The person you depend on to support you, who tells you they will always be there for you.. And don't stay true to their word.
That's generally what defeats a person. The reason they give up. The bullet that wounds.
The wound that will never heal.
Fictional Dependency - Part II: The Destructive Bystander
She opened up her mouth to speak:
To tell the world her thoughts.
Her words needed to be heard,
To the surface, the truth needed to be brought.
She wrote letters to the world,
That must have been swallowed into space.
And she scheduled meetings with world leaders,
So she could meet them face to face.
She quit her low paid job,
And pushed her course aside,
To delve into her research,
And travel round, world wide.
The skies took many colours,
And the air held many voices.
Her monsters never shut up.
She lost hope in her many choices.
She snapped each pencil in site,
And smashed each pen she owned.
She ripped up every sheet of paper.
And her research was disowned.
After stepping into the office,
Of each leader of the world.
To hear the same goddamned laughter,
They all used toward a little girl.
Her heart cracked in a million places,
And tears swelled up behind her eyes.
She removed herself from their presence,
Without saying any goodbyes.
All she wanted was to fix the world.
She believed it could be done.
She constructed various methodologies,
To win a fight that needed to be won.
You supported her hand-in-hand.
You stood by her all the while.
At the times she lost her faith,
You were the one who brought back her smile.
She never needed a comic book hero.
She just needed to be strong.
And no matter what the rest of the world thought,
You helped her keep going all along.
Her beauty alone could break hearts,
And her words could mend souls.
Her touch could heal wounds,
And her voice could gain control.
No one knows what motivated her.
No one ever seemed to care.
I'm surprised you never asked her,
Since you were always there.
Her silence was impenetrable.
Her emotion unprovoked.
Until one day the world just hit her,
And her silence became revoked.
She was not as happy as everyone assumed,
And she required a helping hand,
To catch her when she fell down,
And to teach her how to stand.
She told you all her theories,
And she gained trust in you, like a friend.
How could you have been the reason,
She gave up on her dreams in the end?
All she needed was someone loving,
Who would always keep her strong.
To tell her that, no matter what the rest of the world thinks,
She could never, ever be wrong.
31st December 2015
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