Just Ordinary (1940/1945)

Just Ordinary (1940/1945)

It once was so ordinary:
a laugh about absolutely nothing special.
The joy of the moment created the life you truly wished for.
Of course, with a valley of tears, searching through the darkness,
Where the laughter briefly faded,
and reality shattered the mirrors of illusions into countless pieces.

It seemed so ordinary:
to carry on with life, searching for new paths,
or escaping the earthly existence.

To dream, to love, to hate.
To be given chances—or to see them fade away.
It felt so normal to simply be human.
Until time stood still for just a moment.
And before I knew it, a suffocating feeling was everywhere.

To live in love, to follow your own struggle,
ripped from the core of all your humanity.
Treated and screamed at as less than a beast.
Where deep sorrow turned into despair,
and the sight of too much suffering numbed all sense of pain.

A suicide of the human within me,
caused by the choices of so many around me.
People walked like the dead in a new rhythm,
countless souls whose humanity was no longer allowed to exist.

And among all the dead and cries of pain,
somehow, I was still allowed to remain.

Now, so many years later,
I may still look like a living person,
but once, I died in a moment too swift.
Now I look at the world through the eyes of youth celebrating life.

Because isn’t it all just so ordinary?
A laugh about absolutely nothing?

🙏 W.O.L.
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