It is at times a small step, from happy, well relatively... to that grey and cold world of loneliness and despair. Tears and depression... a small step to oblivion. Some, perhaps many, will sneer...'Coward'... to which I shrug and with a small and slightly crooked smile, reply... 'Empathy'... something you obviously don't understand.

This is a work of adult fiction.
No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected. Copyright KLS 2007.

Slip Sliding Away

By Kristina.L.S.

Ah... it seems I feel more than I should for reasons I shouldn't. So it goes. It is one of those little hidden truths that it is easier to dismiss the pain of another than to acknowledge it. Why is it relevant or real?

Does that gradual slide into the grey not quite feeling, not quite connecting world mean you are a coward? Not living up to some divine expectation, let alone those of your 'fellows' that might judge, some higher level of existence?

Does the thought that the world at large and certainly no one in it will notice if you are... no longer, mean you can... and thus avoid some eternal damnation? And if 'this' is true is it a GOD (or whatever) that you would care to know... let alone love??

Is it a disclaimer against some famous poem or line from a play...' tis better to have lived...' or... ' go not into...' or some such crap and who the hell are you or anyone else to pass judgement.

Stand in those shoes... feel what that person feels... know that pain and fear... that loss, or rejection. And then turn to me and say... "Fucking coward, they just gave up on life. The world is better off..." ... and then don't be surprised if I knock your self-satisfied, self-congratulating, overtly pontificating arse into a big hole in the ground and drop roses on your head.

I suspect you would be outraged and indignant.

"How dare you... you, whatever, whoever the hell you are..."

To which I will look down at your muddied and dishevelled form and with a somewhat crooked smile say...

" So... you don't like being down. Amongst the dirt and potential death. See how easy it is then, for you to climb out. It's a little muddy and probably slippery but to someone of your high moral fibre it should be a breeze. Nothing so mundane as a little hole in the ground can keep you down... surely."

You will, after cries and pleas for help, likely manage it. You will get out. But maybe, just for a few minutes, or even seconds you thought...

So that is it. Think, put on those shoes... as another so eloquently said.

Nothing is as black and white as we at times might wish. If you cannot... then I for one will feel sorrow for you and what you might be if you were not blind.

The End.

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