Willful/Blissful
Part 1 in a duet examining harm maintained through willful or blissful ignorance, and if the distinction even matters.
You saw it. You heard it. You understood it. You stayed quiet.
You let it pass. You moved on. You called it nothing. You called it not yours.
You told yourself it wasn’t that bad. You told yourself someone else would. You told yourself it would pass.
It didn’t, did it? No…
It wasn’t nothing.
That child endured years and counting. Someone else didn't come. "It" didn't pass– SHE did.
You remember it.
Just not out loud. Just not enough to call it yours.
I’ve felt that hesitation I’ve held it in my teeth. I’ve weighed a life against the sound of my own silence.
You already know. We don’t wait for the moment.
We practice it. In rooms that don’t matter. With people we won’t remember. In seconds we call nothing.
You’ve done it before. We'll do it again.