Anais Nin: You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.


Felled Pt. 2

Often, I hear them say
Everything is going to be alright
while whispering with stains of death on they
sealing defeat in the absence of twinkle in their eye.
Moments later
they stand there with fear in their eyes
me laying on the ground sputtering
with blood and water dribbling out of my mouth
and eyes
and nose,
drowned in defeat.
They do nothing but stare and walk away.

Copyright 2009 by Raven Martin

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