We genuinely believe in something common, but greedily live our truth. It is impossible to understand another without literally being in his skin. And understanding is hindered not only by a minute fact, a situation, a dispute, a deed or a conflict... an individual lived for some years, making bumps on, as it seems to you, even places. He shed tears, bit his nails and cut his veins from trifling problems, which you solve in a flash, at the call of a bell.
How dear you become to the very person who can understand you physically, having experienced the power and hundreds of shades. Not only in general terms of "bad" or "good", but so that for sure, to the point of stopping breathing.
A voice from heaven was saying, "Don't piss off!
© Taya Naidenko
You'll get through, motherfucker!
Here's some evil eyes for the dogs
Afraid to catch up with you.
Here's a remedy for stupid snakes--
Your own bitter poison.
Here's your faith. Don't you dare
Spend it on everything.
Here's your mom. She's gonna die.
Why are you biting your lip?
It's a good plot device -
The faces of the family in the coffin.
Here's an empty chest of truth for you--
Always guarding him,
Kids, pots and pans, debts, spouse.
And a head to the shoulders.
Here's a gray handful of coins--
The old Judas debt.
Here's the idea that there is no God."
And forever silent.
It is tested, perhaps, very simply - with a word. He who knows and is able to give you what you want with just a spoken word: tenderness and warmth to the point of blurred vision; physical pain to the point of unconsciousness. Are you like this? Is someone like that for you?