The Cracks

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You ever wonder about the saying "falling through the cracks"?  Like how many people are there sitting in isolation waiting for a call, a text, anything. Someone to reach out. Someone to care. Whether it be because of loneliness or pain or maybe both. 

Can you sometimes hear the voices of social media at the edge of your imagination? You crave to be acknowledge, claiming up onto the tallest soapbox you can find and screaming out as loud as you can. Only to watch you voice get drowned out immediately by the overwhelming deluge of other voices out there.  Yes, I meant watch. I meant the visual representation of your words swirling away into the cloud of other people's words until they disappear into a solid mass of black. 

Escape. 

Run. 

Wait. That's not right. We're already alone. How would leaving everything help us?

Listen. 

Maybe if we listened a little more, the effort would keep us from sinking as well. As we hold onto someone else we keep them from falling but maybe at the same time we don't fall either? Can you truly fall through the cracks while you're listening to someone else? 

There's a dark forest waiting for you out there, calling you and promising you the same obscurity you're living in now. You could be free, you could feel relief from the screaming voices and cries for help and attention. But that's not a crack, that's a fucking chasm. 

The cure for loneliness, the way to find purpose, is to help lift each other up. 

I know, dreamer. I know you're heart is breaking and you feel insignificant against the battles that keep denting your armour.

 I know it hurts.

 I know it is hard. 

But maybe.  

Just fucking maybe. 

If you stop to listen to someone else. If you turn away from your own isolation to pull someone out of theirs... You might find that you can help them with their battles.  We're in this together. When one person wins, the rest of us do. 

The world is always going to have cracks. But don't let them chase you toward the chasms.  Hold on to others and we're all going to be ok. 



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