Is This Really A Dream? [read slowly. pause after sentences...better that way]

"She was not ready.

She was absent minded; couldn't remember to take care of herself, let alone another living individual. When was the last time she thought about the well being of someone else, before her own? Too concerned with superficial gains to be wondering what she could give to benefit another. How can a child survive off of that?

But the silence fell. You don't need to be a mother to know that silence is golden. Silence is golden... and rare. One look towards the door, as if she might see through it to the other room, a guilty frown came across her features and silence was replaced with gasps.

How can you forget? Is it possible to just neglect the fact that a peice of yourself is waiting helplessly for you to make it flourish? That's quite a burden. To know that you are a life-line. And at any moment, you can just stop. And walk away. She wasn't ready for that.

Losing something is a product of carelessness. And all was certainly lost at that point peeking over the crib. She lost her mind. She lost the child. Who loses a child?

Without her sense she sorted through those small blankets a thousand times. As if this next time lifting the thin sheets, the shrill cries would come creeping out from inbetween them. And it would only be a matter of time before she could comfort and fix her mistake.

They followed her. She was ashamed, but assume she was supported. People came out from their homes and peeked out the windows two stories above and watched her while she questioned and searched. They shook their head and dropped their eyes as if to say, "She just wasn't ready".

The asphalt was cold agianst her knees as she hit the ground. Wet and damp as she slid slowly into a ball. They closed the windows. Turned their backs to her. It was obvious why they left her. Nobody wants to hear uncontrollable agony. Who can stand to listen to moans filled with pain we can't even dream up in our minds?"------------who knows who thought this small excerpt of a story up. but its powerful. and i like it.