I just want to fix all the broken little humans

(idea) by hamster bong (6.5 d) (print) ? 7 C!s I like it! Wed Jun 28 2000 at 3:12:37

I just want to hold all of the broken hearted lovers and be a little piece of something in their universe that might possibly help console, soothe the intense hurt.

I just want to cradle the weeping, lost children, I need to feel their little heads against my chest sobbing and knowing that there is someone there that really truly cares, because I do.

I just want to be someone who makes the hurt seem a little less penetrating, and I want to be that someone for every single broken little human, every last tortured soul. It hurts me beyond words that this seems so impossible, but I never want to stop feeling it.

Compassion.. that's all there is to me, that is all that ever seems important. I can feel it for others solely because I know I've experienced it, in its truest, sweetest form, many times in my life.

It is but a dream, I suppose, that one day I might be able to be such a thing, a healer. When I'm gone, when I've left this little world.. I want to be that calming breeze that graces the universe only when it is most needed, and for no other reason than to remind everything, everyone that there is always someone, if present as nothing more than a silent force, that holds the most undying sort of compassion.

My little heart seems to ache tonight, though I've no real pain of my own.. if I could only use my words to hug all of the weary, dreamy little humans who just need someone to care (even the ones that won't admit to it).

(idea) by allseeingeye (2.6 d) (print) ? 1 C! I like it! Thu Aug 26 2004 at 16:37:16

Tiny little soft things spread all across their cold blue world. I watch them from far beyond their weak sight, outside their understanding of space and time. So fragile and brief they seem, a little piece of the universe that is so frail and delicate, so easy to hurt.

So simple it would be to make them stronger, to bring them from their weeping childhood into the full blossom of the cosmos. I could expand their little heads with all the terrible secrets they close their eyes to, force their faces towards the blinding truths, and show them that I want them to see, to throw off their blinders.

So simple it would be to turn them from carbon to diamonds, to make their simple reactions into something permanent, unbreakable and dire. The handful of sand that would become a beautiful pearl, a billion souls bright. It intrigues me beyond words that this seems so possible, to stop them from being so weak.

Perfection... that's all that they can be for me, because it is all that is important. So many lives lived in slow withering loops, robbed of their true potential. I can show them the truest, sweetest form, the elegant path of all life.

They are but a dream, I suppose, that one day will no longer be such a thing, a snowflake. When they are gone, when they have wrecked this little world... I want to be that damning voice that curses the universe for breaking what it most needed, a little imperfection, for no other reason than to show that in all things, there is an undying drive for chaos.

Their tiny hearts will ache tonight, though they have no real pain of their own... if they could only see the majesty of everything that grinds against them, those weary dreamy little humans who just need someone to shape them (even the ones who can't ever be fixed).

inspirato via hamster bong.

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The fragile innocence of inanimate objects	She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping	Having the courage to be an absolute nobody	I couldn't possibly be the only one who doesn't see empathy as a curse
I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream	The City of Lost Children	Don't tell her she's beautiful	Robot is to follow the sun
trying to fix ourselves	Eleanor Rigby	Dreamy little humans	Loneliness is but a myth dispelled by you
She just looks at me	Nolite te bastardes carbondonum	Who's going to believe a nine-year-old girl?	He would shrink into the sky if he could
neurolinguistic programming	Why matter cannot reach the speed of light	What would aliens think of us if Everything was all they had?	Coy or honestly shy, either way I have got mad designs on your dancy eyes
make me hurt you	INFP	Beneath An Artificial Sky	The Life and Times of Multivac

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