<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497092" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Could Hurt We Refuse To Say</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we sleep because we are too<br>exhausted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not really because we are enslaved<br>by the king of<br>working ants</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>but we are<br>we have become the masters <br>of too much worries</div><div style="margin:10px 0">preoccupying ourselves with<br>this state of<br>unfeeling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this loneliness that has dawned in our<br>days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">widely awake to an unacceptable reality<br>dressed in such a fashion of<br>denial</div><div style="margin:10px 0">afraid that we shall be the first breakers of<br>the law of tradition</div><div style="margin:10px 0">people shall mock us at the sacred<br>places<br>scared and scarred for soon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we shall be ostracized like<br>over-sized ostriches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our heads cannot be contained in closed cages<br>we want to fly<br>but we are too big for flight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we sleep because we are too exhausted with the sameness of our faces<br>years have made us twins</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we do not really like it<br>we need more moments of silence to make a wall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to ship us away from an ocean of familiarity that is killing<br>what we want to want in love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no fire where we sleep<br>we are cold sculptures heavy in our bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dusts have accumulated on stuffed arms <br>teddy bears that need to be thrown away back to the forests</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our words are enough to promulgate its judgment<br>we still like it when we hesitate to say and choose not to say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what hurts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497092" data-title="What Could Hurt We Refuse To Say de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="we sleep because we are too exhausted not really because we are enslaved by the king of working ants but we are we have become the masters of too much worries preoccupying ourselves with this state of unfeeling this loneliness that has dawne..."></div> </div> </div>

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