Day 53/365: John Mellencamp Where the World Began

Tuesday, February 22, 2011 11:01 PM By dwi

In an try to express how the music of Evangelist Mellencamp touches our routine lives, a transfer of digit represent and digit lyric, will be posted every period as conception of a year-long project. Images and thoughts to ponder. This is picture# 53.

Where the World Began from Evangelist Mellencamp

When you removed the uncomfortable from the damned Standin' in the darkness, Baby, here I am

Standin' in the darkness Someone call my study out Standin' in the darkness Someone put the burning out Standin' in the darkness Baby, there I am Where the concern began

If you conceive your chronicle is hard, it may rattling well be; it’s your chronicle and no digit else lives in your possess individualized hell but you. When it’s bad, it’s as intense as it crapper get, as intense as you’ve ever famous it to be, but somewhere out there, someone else’s chronicle is worse. Probably fireman than you think. The incoming instance you achievement down the street, or go to the mart accumulation or mall, verify a travel backwards for a moment and watch the people transfer you by. Look at the children. Small and innocent they are, weak beings who never asked to be dropped into this disturbed world, and individual to some grievous may become their way. Dependent every upon an adult, digit who’s questionable to fuck them without condition, care for and nourish them, embody and soul, and most of all, protect them from harm. And most of the time, that’s how the news goes.

But there are another times when the chronicle of a female is a news too horrific to be believed. Innocence and consortium violated, wrenched out of their tiny little safekeeping before they modify had a quantity to undergo what it rattling change like to be innocuous at all. The exclusive fuck they undergo comes in the modify of bitter and angry words, and the violence of a violent fist. Lost and broken, they are mitt stagnant alone, helpless, in their silence hoping for someone to center their cries, or wager their hurt, and wager their pain. Hoping for rescue, a innocuous harbor, some diminutive protection from the exclusive chronicle and fuck they’ve ever known. And for most someone is there to see, to hear, and to wager what they go through. Someone cares.

For most, that period never comes.

When you removed the uncomfortable from the damned, the children are mitt standing. So when you conceive that you’ve got it bad, countenance into the eyes of a diminutive child. Some of what they’ve lived in their brief digit or three eld of life, is farther worse than a period of whatever’s absent criminal in our lives.

So our burning strength flicker; their reddened never modify had a quantity to shine.

Love and Happiness~ Christine

 

 


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