Lenard Richardson

I was sitting, chatting.


It struck me. No, it just happened. I didn't understand, but it felt like I did.
Who are we really? The world we live in controls us with its unwritten rules, fooling us completely, manipulating every turn we take, every opportunity we grab. We know who we are deep down, but we're forced to change, to evolve, hesitant, unwilling to portray our true selves, or rather, subconsciously, every now and then sending out tiny hints and glimpses of ourselves. But what are we trying to do? We're actually showing ourselves who we are, it's a personal message, an intimate, heartfelt plea to remind us what we really are. We're plunged into a world of selfishness, destruction, no respect, no second chances, no remorse, no affection. The times where we feel all these is when we place the world at a stand still, although after, we reap the pain of it.

This world is about expression and the disabilty to show it. Or in some cases, the disability to. We're fighting one another to see who's wrong or right this time round, only to emerge on the losing or winning end, unprepared for the next tout with the exact same reason with over a million people with a different idea. Yes, we are forced to change, forced to evolve. We are angels at times, and the most horrific demons the very next moment.
In another dimension.....

I came in the house after my chat and I saw a lady sitting in the kitchen. Wasn't mother or gran, just a lady I didn't know. Forlorn, lonely she seemd, she looked at me with a sad face. What was this?

It was an expression, a visual one. An expression of my my very own, that the world is extremely harsh, it will never wait for you to catch up. You're left behind with the other outcasts and you can't bear the pain of it all.
We have to please everyone and it only lasts the very moment you do, never longer.

Want to know why i'm so different? Am I really? Or I could just be a person suffereing from dimensia. Songs, movies are made with distinct messages or fantasies that a person can relate to. But why in an indirect element? Why not say it out loud? Why go through a song? or a movie? Or a book? Because it those very short moments, the intensity is dramatically built up, just like your very own lives over the years and summarised with a message that hits you so hard, you feel it deep down in your guts.

Hearts broken, lives shattered, stories of women and men, tales of young girls in a hellish rapture. Can we do anything anymore? How do we affect the world? How do we change it? Why are people so stubborn? Ignorant and lost beyond all hope.

Ignorant, that's the very word.

My friends, learn. Listen more, replay these moments in your life, find out each and every meaning. For every misdeed and mistake you make, there are thousands who suffer from it indirectly. And we all pay the heavy price.