RAINDROP/SUNDROP (GRASSWORLD/RAINWORLD) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

Stone Statue

 

 

He/she/they look like stone statues

They can move a lot,

But they look like stone otherwise

When they look like stone,

Other people ask them

“Why do you look like stone?”

But they don’t think they look like stone themselves,

So they say nothing back

Or even disagree with the other people,

Which will just end up making them look even more like stone

They wander, aimlessly as stone statues

With nothing to do

They are just stone, after all

So what are they supposed to do?

They are supposed to do nothing

They can’t even correct people

When they are told that they are stone

The sensation of pleasure disappears

And they end up feeling so lonely

They end up feeling so trapped

Inside their stature outside

The outside part that people perceive them as,

Not knowing at all what is on the inside of their stone

That these people seem to see,

But that they don’t understand themselves,

Have never understood themselves,

And will never understand themselves

So, what’s the point to them being alive,

If all they do is act as stone statues,

And all people see of them are the stone statues

That they see on the outside of them,

Stone that these people see,

Yet they don’t know nothing,

Or are pretending to know,

Or think they know

The person who exists underneath who REALLY DOES want to know them?

There is no point

So slowly,

They end their stony life,

Until they finally break apart

And crumble on the floor,

A destroyed stone statue that never had anything to love them or anyone that they could love for themselves,

Since how can a stone statue love anyone if the stone’s heart

Is just made of unemotional stone?

They can’t

Although they never wanted it

And they never dreamed that other people would think they are stone,

They realize

That they have no choice

But to fade into stone nothingness

Fad into stone

That someone through on the ground

And stepped on,

Breaking the pieces that made up the persons as they did,

Knowingly or unknowingly

It must really hurt

What a shame that it had to come to this

What a shame that it ever became e this

What a shame that is ended up happening to us

As our finally fate, a dead end in our stony lives’ path down our stone-ridden road

The stone-ridden road

We once all found ourselves travelling on, when we didn’t even know we were,

Never knowing when it began or when it will end,

No matter how much we try to think back on our own stony memories

Well, at least one of us will always know

That we HAVE NEVER and WILL NEVER BE ALONE BY OURSELVES....

Alone inside our stone statues that people now see of us, the only part of us

That it seems they will ever manage to see with their blind eyes,

Blinded to the truth of us,

The person they completely and foolishly fail to see

That lies under the stone statues that, at one point, started to form around us,

And are now holding us in,

WHETHER WE WANTED TO LIKE IT OR IF WE NEVER, EVER WANTED TO LIKE IT,

IT DOESN’T AND WILL NEVER TRY TO CARE FOR WHAT WE BECAME IN OTHER’S EYES

SO, I GUESS WE MUST LIVE TOGETHOR

WITH BEING STONE STATUES NOW....

ONLY WE KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT WHWAT WE ARE

ONLY WE KNOW THE WONDERFUL TRUTH ABOUT US....

AND SO, WE WILL LIVE WITH EACH OTHER, TOGETHOR,

SINCE WE ALL UNDERSTAND

WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A STONE!!

WE WILL BE STONES TOGETHOR, WITH EACH OTHER,

AND HAVE STOEN FRIENDS WE CAN RELATE TO,

ALL TO OURSELVES!!

A STRUE STONY PARADISE

JUST FOR THE STONE STATUES

THAT TRULY UNDERSTAND THEMSLEVES

AND HOW LITTLE STONE THEY ACTUALY HAVE WITHIN THEIR BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL, TRUE AND GENUINLY WARM HUMAN SELVES!!