wyrdwind

I kept watching as you dropped your gaze

Said you were full and yet barely touched your plate

Your clothes grew baggy and you hid your arms

A tree falls in the forest but does it make a sound

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There is a hell

I know it well and see it in your eyes

Oh where shadows dwell I cast a spell

Keep your dreams sweet tonight

If it’s a death knell ringing, pray it’s not your last

When you can’t reach the shore, I’m holding my end

One rope overboard

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And who would he become, all the things he’d have done

Would she have loved you, and not let you down?

And would he be softer than his father?

Empty casket, that’s red caps in a grove

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There is a hell

I know it well and see it in your eyes

Oh I know that smell, that wishing well

I hope you’re safe tonight

It’s been a long wave breaking, long lost to its path

When you think nothing’s left, you’re fooled by the sand

I’m bringing you home

@~^~

So there’s a homeless schizoaffective character on a dumb show I watch whose story arc is being handled in a cloying upper-middle-classy way. They’ve sanitized his situation by heavily emphasizing that he doesn’t use drugs/self medicate (statistically unlikely, also he went from being in college and having dreams/expectations to being a shell of himself and most people in that situation either kill themselves or do drugs) and responds so very well to therapy and a few kind words from doctors (this doesn’t work if you are fucking homeless). Meanwhile they play Light Years by The National while a traumatized man grapples with losing his personhood/autonomy due to a brutal diagnosis (which I saw right away the actor actually has). His marriage is in shambles because he shut his wife out. Also handled in a cloying upper-middle-classy way.

Something about the juxtaposition of unearned kumbayas got me salty and here we are. Everyone knows I will shiv God behind a gas station dumpster over my baby spooks especially. Grumble grumble you can’t help anyone without first acknowledging/fully comprehending the grim reality of their situation up to and including the merciless levers of oppression under capitalism. Grumble grumble these Hallmark style depictions only serve to further demonstrate/encourage the very mechanism of alienation that afflicts such people in the first place (don’t get me started on that Kiddie Gloves Tone the Good Characters use when they’re trying very hard to Understand). Grumble you can’t help anyone if you can’t get on their level and work from there using only the resources immediately available to that person on their worst day. Which for some of them is every day. Such as when they’re homeless.

Guess I shouldn’t hold everyone to Reservation Dogs/True Detective: Night Country standards.