Nazi Stories are as horrendus as one could barely comprehend. The holocaust, cold war from 1945 to 1975 ...stories from war, not those of senates or dictators but from peasents and locals of that time- the sufferers.
“Consider why Germany, fighting a war on two fronts, desperate for fuel and materiel of every sort, would bother to load millions of Jews on railroad cars and transport them hundreds, even thousands, of miles to concentration camps. Camps built specifically to house them, where they would be fed, clothed, even tattooed so they could be inventoried...just to kill them.”
― Edgar J. Steele, Defensive Racism
it was one such story of vietnam war, during the napalm attacks and the spraying of agent orange . For a moment, it peirced me within.
on relatively bad days, when situations wear my patience out, forces me to seal myself in the millionth layer of liquid transparencies and never come out of it ; so nothing could penetrate to the nearest vibration of my soul . I wish, sometimes...that I knew how to stop dreaming , stop loving, stop laughing and ...just freeze everything within myself and freeze myself to nothingness.
Nothing stays forever, not love, not sorrow, not joy ...not even the layer where nothingness lives. Maybe, the effect is everlasting...the effect of a temperory moment which lasts for longer than possible.
Is there a rightful person to my unknown silence ? am I rightful for him?
Maybe i'm a teenager, and in not in my right state of mind yet I was on the edge of teenage...it was ending, ending very soon. There's so much love that it's managed to seep to the bare bones of my exsistence , to the depts ...and im not sure if it shall move out until I'm 25 feet below soil, until I'm the garlanded picture , until I'm a fading memory in my angel's eyes.
Until I'm a tear in 'his' eyes for my non- exsistence.
and after I've come across these emotions, I wonder...what would it be life like to live in the holocaust of Nazi Germany !?
“Consider why Germany, fighting a war on two fronts, desperate for fuel and materiel of every sort, would bother to load millions of Jews on railroad cars and transport them hundreds, even thousands, of miles to concentration camps. Camps built specifically to house them, where they would be fed, clothed, even tattooed so they could be inventoried...just to kill them.”
― Edgar J. Steele, Defensive Racism
it was one such story of vietnam war, during the napalm attacks and the spraying of agent orange . For a moment, it peirced me within.
“If one morning in the Spring, a stranger came and said to me, Your mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, lover, friend, is dead. From a b-52, napalm bombing, search and destroy mission, air attack, Tet offensive, My Lai massacre, failed escape, I would not scream but make of my body a net, a tarp, stretched taut across the sky, the sea, over every village and hamlet. Prepared to catch everything from the sky, shade everything on the ground, rain water and receive you, war, with arms outstretched.”
― Lê Thi Diem Thúy ...from the vietnam war.
― Lê Thi Diem Thúy ...from the vietnam war.
on relatively bad days, when situations wear my patience out, forces me to seal myself in the millionth layer of liquid transparencies and never come out of it ; so nothing could penetrate to the nearest vibration of my soul . I wish, sometimes...that I knew how to stop dreaming , stop loving, stop laughing and ...just freeze everything within myself and freeze myself to nothingness.
Nothing stays forever, not love, not sorrow, not joy ...not even the layer where nothingness lives. Maybe, the effect is everlasting...the effect of a temperory moment which lasts for longer than possible.
Is there a rightful person to my unknown silence ? am I rightful for him?
Maybe i'm a teenager, and in not in my right state of mind yet I was on the edge of teenage...it was ending, ending very soon. There's so much love that it's managed to seep to the bare bones of my exsistence , to the depts ...and im not sure if it shall move out until I'm 25 feet below soil, until I'm the garlanded picture , until I'm a fading memory in my angel's eyes.
Until I'm a tear in 'his' eyes for my non- exsistence.
and after I've come across these emotions, I wonder...what would it be life like to live in the holocaust of Nazi Germany !?
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