At the christmas party

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At the christmas party
#SashaSunday Such a pretty pic 💛 https://www.instagram.com/p/CgH4w-ULtVs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Dimples ❤️
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At least
I see your need, your desire. It spills out of you. Word after word. I want to stick my fingers in my ears and shout La La La La, while I watch your lips form words that will never reach me.
How privileged. How selfish.
But I do not, rather, I absorb them like a sponge. Swelling and swelling until I become saturated with sadness. Morning for a world that I did not make or build or want. I cry for it. I cry for me, for you, for everyone.
With tears in my eye, I realise there is nothing I can do. And this is worse. It makes me morally grey, at best. I have no energy, no time and I can’t be bothered to help make this world a better place. That just living in this system makes you close your eyes to survive, shut your ears to find peace and be empty to feel whole.
I sit and sulk. You do not seem to understand my sudden sadness. How a person so happy and content can, without warming, simply curl up and hide. You bite your tongue as if you have spoken poison. As if your words and not my eager ignorance are to blame.
I wonder how you live with those words on your tongue and those thoughts in your head. I wonder how you get up every day and exist. You must be stronger than me, my only defence is to wring out all your words and re-find my ignorance and become hollow again.
And once I am hollow, think to myself at least.
At least the sun shines. At least the trees are green. At least the cat purrs. At least you.
A Sasha Sunday I haven’t done for a while ❤️
That smile, that laugh, those dimples. Stunning ❤️
Hi Sasha!
That giggle ❤️
Smile you never know who it will cheer up..