Can’t you Hear it?

It’s so loud, and sharp.  How can you not hear it?  Like an unnatural wail that forcefully echoes inside you while hundreds of mental needles stab away in unison, in succession.

It’s so insane, yet only an echo of the pain out there that reaches here.  Yet no one does anything. Is it really so easy to ignore?  Does no one else hearfeelsee it?

I suppose this is what happens to empaths during times like this.  The whole world ready to either go up in smoke or smooth away into something like paradise; a precipice of seeming chaos. I t’s so horrible, yet no one else I know seems to care or realize, making it all the harder to convey the need that I feel to do something.

Somehow, people just pass by, as if nothing is wrong.  A world with so much foolishness spread so equally, yet just as much wisdom spread among so few.  I wish the rest would listen. But wishes mean nothing without effort; so how to make them listen?  If only I could mind meld, that would have been the most amazing thing I could’ve ever shared with anybody.  Shame that’s all in the realm of fantasy.

To another day, hearing the world scream and watching people walk away. To another day, watching the lights flit about with no increasing rates of progress. Perhaps they’ll all leave; I will go with them. Why else would I stay here?

Hmm… there goes my rambling.  But my point, buried under all of that, is that life sucks but the world won’t listen to those doing something to change that.  No one can keep trying forever; everything has a limit.  When that limit is reached, I’m leaving for greener pastures and leaving the rest to their ignorance.

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughful, committed, citizens can change the world.  Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”  -Margaret Mead

It’s a shame that nobody seems to be listening.