Internal Dialogue Part 1

“Why?  Why did you have to do that?  Do you see how we’ll suffer?”
“I didn’t mean to, and besides, I didn’t even want to.”
“But you still did it!  Why?  Anything that was left of Innocence is gone.  Dead and gone.”
“I said I didn’t mean it.”
“It doesn’t make a difference now.  What’s done is done.  I just wish you would control yourself.”
“I want to, if only you knew.  I desperately want to, but I don’t even know how anymore.  It’s almost like I can’t remember.”
“Well, I tried to help, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“I know!  I know!  I’m trying, it’s just, I don’t know.”
“You already said that.  Look, I’ll try to help again, but you have to fight even when it doesn’t seem serious.”
“I can control myself.  Don’t worry about the small stuff.”
“No!  You can’t do it like that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s like cancer, it will multiply.  Can’t you see?  One glance can deal the mortal blow.  It doesn’t take more than a second.”
“It can’t be as bad as all that, besides, I don’t do it all that much.”
“You do!  You know you do.  Please, I’m trying to help, just listen to me.  We can stop this madness, but you can’t do it alone.
“What if I refuse?  You’re making a big deal out of nothing.  It’s just a second look, it’s only a moment and it’s over.  There’s no way that it can condemn my fate.  How can it hurt?”
“It can and it will.  Why can’t you see the truth?  It has nothing to do with actions; you’ve already done the damage.  You have to protect your heart.”
“Stop.  I won’t listen anymore if you won’t hear what I have to say.  It’s all ok.  Just leave me be and it’ll be fine.  I’ll be ok, you’ll see.”
“I see, so you’re already dead.”

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