I Then Knew Why, You Were No Longer Talking

I had a dream I hurt you...

And you wouldn't stop crying. Your eyes were exhausted and blotchy. like faucets that couldn't be turned off...

your legs limp and lifeless... I asked you what was wrong, but you wouldn't answer. Perhaps you were shy.

I tried disposing all the deletrious odorous onions I could find... perhaps they were the culprit... since sometimes onions made me cry too.

It didn't work.

You were still leaking.

I didn't like that you were tearful. It made me tearful too. So I tried to make you smile again.

"knock knock"

you didn't answer, so I continued for you, narrating both sides with different tones and pitches of my voice...

"Who's there?

Water.

Water who?

Water you waiting for? Let me in!"

you didn't laugh.

Perhaps it wasn't a funny joke after all.

But laughter is good for the soul, they said... a chemical called endorphins... surely that would

help.

I tried to tickle you. I dressed up in silly costumes. I danced around.

Nothing.

In a fit of frustration, I figured you were simply being moody...

stubborn, unappreciative... and rather pretentious.

I left you swimming in your tears.

I stopped visiting you after that day, outraged and disappointed with your childish behaviour.

But after a few months had passed, I missed you. I missed your voice, and your movement... you were always such a chatterbox and I wanted to make sure you were okay... I could spy on you from afar without you noticing. So I caved... and I tentatively passed by.

As soon as I saw you, I was the one at a loss of words. Your tears had turned into oceans... your wounds;

gaping fissures...

Thad done a first aid course a few months ago, and in my delusional daze, began to preform a body scan... noting the amount, colour and consistency of your wound damage... surely you would need drainage.

Would a LIDL plaster do the trick?

Although after thinking about it... one might not be enough... let alone a box...

After another fruitless diagnosis... I retrieved my stethoscope...

I then knew why, you were no longer talking.

A few days ago, I FINALLY made it down to the beach... although perhaps that's an understatement... 'recklessly raced' down to the beach is more like

what happened... It had been three months of 'separation' from the sea... from water... and quite honestly felt like reuniting with a long lost lover after being disconnected from one another after being in a sluggish long-distance relationship.

Today is the 5th of June. World Environment Day. So today's 'Paper Thought', is simple. Create footprints of love. Our earth swallows all that we feed it... If you feed it rubbish and toxins, it will get food poisoning... like a famished child that eats junk food much too quickly, without caring what it is that they are eating, till they eventually begin to feel sick...

Our earth has been in its own little coma... let's not let it swim in its own tears at the hands of of our selfish stupidity.

Happy environment day

Happy home day

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