Listen.

No one takes notice of them. It begins with a simple goodbye to soon or a violent fight, emotions not understood. They walk with us day by day on the streets, stands in line with us at coffee shops and fast food restaurants. They are not the same as us, yet anyone who sees the end result will be asking why, some won't even care and just carry on their normal way.

At night we sleep while they think constantly and screaming in their dreams. They wake up and read the writing once more, or ends the story with a "I will always love u." before placing it, just in case the final whistle blows. It watches them, waiting for the time to take them. What they believed and thought before had disappeared and all that remained was scattered pieces of memory like cloth torn from a dress, hooked on wire hardly moving in the wind. The wind that was behind the sails had gone, and no hope remained.

In their boats they wait for anyone to show, the sun setting like fire in the distance, the end now near. Boats of different colors they were, some more lost and far away from where the sunlight once was before, drifting off to sea, into the mouth of a beast. There are those who wait, those who gives up and those who just don't understand why they are and who they are.

We should ask why if we ever get the chance, we should sail our ship close to theirs and pull them back to shore no matter how hard the waves of the ocean fights back. Their ship is in need of fixing and you know just how to provide the help you can to make it not perfect but bearable. We should do the best we can and avoid the end that steals to soon saying:

"Here lies he who lost all hope and no one heard the cry."

Listen.

Turning away

Somewhere in between all the hustle of daily life and living in difference lies a road undiscovered by so many. This road lies hidden within City streets and busy Coffee shops, the signs outside clearly shouting " under construction". We walk by them every day of our lives, we see the progress of the construction in newspaper headlines, magazine columns and yes we even watch it on the news, but for some reason the truth remains a lie to us, we are blind.

 Is it a choice we make to ignore the destruction of so many children's lives, or have we just accepted like everything else in our lives that it is normal. What is normal these days? A guy so drunk he can hardly walk is normal, a man beating his wife is considered normal, a child prowling the streets for money and drugs, that too has unfortunately become a normality we can no longer control or ignore.

Why does this happen? Yes there is a lot of factors that influences this, but the main root of all of this starts with us, yes us the many people who walk away or parents that has no time.

A few years back i heard a conversation between a father and son, the father dressed ever so corporate just simply told the child that he has work to do, he smiled and gave the child money, and I am not talking small money, I watched as the child rushed without even so much as a thank you. skipping happily towards the games arcade. Always you hear mothers discussing the drug abuse of their children, mothers even claiming that their children has been using drugs for years before they found out. Her child, the baby she gave birth too has turned into a monster, another addict statistic.

We as people have replaced our responsibilities with substitutes, we have gathered new ways to communicate with those around us, and all these new ways has become the very wall that keeps us from being actively involved in the lives of the many.If you remain a spectator walking by a horrid construction site, i can guarantee that you will miss the road less traveled  and might even miss the line that could have saved one child's life, and sooner or later it might be you trying to find that road you ignored for so long. 

We all need to stop trying to see what the building will eventually look like and help the many others out there to destroy it.