I sit eyes closed the feeling of restrictedness become more overwhelming as I type each word into the blank space provided. I began to retrace my steps through this life and slow understand the revealing aspects of this world that were hidden to all as children. Everyday adds a new feature to the world that I was unable to identify at youth. It is with this that I slowly see the good in all of us deteriorate like a soft sponge being rung out to expel the last droppings of water that we try so terribly hard to grasp. This water that slowly slips from our pores is what good we have left, leaving our mouth and minds dehydrated with bitter attitudes. This feeling of thirst begins to conquer our ever emotion slowly turning our souls in to survivalist where with every chance given we steal the water from others. A global chain reaction that is cataclysmic to the well being of all. You see even though we have adapted to this ever long feeling of drought in our minds we still bestow water that we chose not to drink or expose to anyone. We walk around the world in dark mind states with good in our canteen keeping it incapsulated with fear that it will be robbed from us and we will then become the same cottonmouth monger that we have grown to hate. Our predisposed feelings become of common nature in the most comfortable public setting, only sharing our water to vanquish the thirst of the ones we hold dear. Even as this tradition of giving becomes more sacred we restrict it to times of pain and emotional hardship were we feel our true feelings need to be exposed in fear of losing contact from one another. How is it that we have come to this point in time? I see with my eyes closed all the good in people is alive and well yet we remain thirsty. We do not drink in front of others we do not trust. And if you do decide to take a sip others signify it as a sign of weakness you couldn't withhold from quenching your thirst until in the hidden realm of your sanctuary of solitude. I being to open my eyes swallow the saliva in my throat only to realize I'm thirsty. I would like to think I have no fear to drink in the presents of all, but the would be hypocritical of me. I have triumphed at a moments glance to save a stranger from dehydration, but it isn't a common practice for I unwilling am as human as the rest and negate my true emotions to blend into the social scene. I leave this message asking this to all that chose to read this. When was the last time you took a step into the darkness and shared a drink with a stranger?
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