Pondering at Night
As the sun fades into florescent and the air grows colder, it is easier to hear the others in this apartment complex.
Then downstairs I hear a knock followed by heated talk. Soon it turns into a screaming fest. Routine by now....
My thoughts turn to how many people have a similar story. Raised in yelling, living with screaming, and so numb that they don't ever get away from it. Well, I am getting my son away from it. That is why I sit here blogging instead of resting. Getting more followers on Twitter (@cyitaiga) and trying to spread the Hope that 1 day anyone who wishes to leave the violence can and will.
Screaming is just another way of saying "I don't want to find a better way."
*sigh* I'm searching for a better way... can you help me?
Then downstairs I hear a knock followed by heated talk. Soon it turns into a screaming fest. Routine by now....
My thoughts turn to how many people have a similar story. Raised in yelling, living with screaming, and so numb that they don't ever get away from it. Well, I am getting my son away from it. That is why I sit here blogging instead of resting. Getting more followers on Twitter (@cyitaiga) and trying to spread the Hope that 1 day anyone who wishes to leave the violence can and will.
Screaming is just another way of saying "I don't want to find a better way."
*sigh* I'm searching for a better way... can you help me?
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