Grief Written

It was a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply All she felt was the sting of diving into the unwelcoming depths that perhaps weren't even there, but she didn't mind. Because she didn't believe in the surface. It did not exist to her, she did not belong there. The surface was a place of empty words and superficiality.  But beneath the surface lied true beauty and pain and love and loss .  She devoted herself to the depths and expected others to do the same. She ached to ask things like what is your biggest fear?  What makes you cry?  What do you fill yourself up with when you feel empty?  But settled for common phrases such as " the weather is lovely " because people are afraid of depth There are danger in the depths Danger in opening yourself up, so completely v u l n e r a b l e. Once you dive into the depths, the surface seems so far. She dived into the depths not caring if she drowned in them, as long

You walk into the bakery Rich aromas fill your nose and you inhale deeply The bell rings behind you...soft and clear The baker looks up and directs "Take a number." Simple enough right? You reach over and pull the ticket. 5683. The significance? You've let yourself be assigned a number. How dehumanizing . You're now seen as a number, not a person. We were talking about the holocaust in history. We were learning how inhuman humanity can be.  How dark and clinical and detached we can become. My teacher gestured to a unaware student "You're now 5683. You're a number, you no longer have a name." To my shock he laughed. His friends laughed. The jokes flew. "Don't do that 5683." "5683 what are you doing after school?" "5683 is my best friend!" Then "5683" numbered his friends, 4283, 4475, 0000. They laughed and referred to each other by their numbers the rest of class. Their ignoran