Post by W03Z on May 25, 2017 3:01:42 GMT
To the dear inmate who finds this:
Life in the Asylum is not easy. In fact, life in general is not easy. But us girls...well, we have it the worst of the worst. We pick from the bottom of the barrel, because of our mental setbacks, our gender, our personality. My only advice to you: Howl. Howling gets me through the worst of times. Just let go. No matter how dangerous the Asylum may be - such a paradox! - sometimes just snapping, just releasing the tension and anger and desperation and despair into one long burst of glorious music is all you need to make it through the day, one foot in front of the other. The howl rises from the depths of your soul, until you release the pain into the atmosphere, where others can know it, and share it. But alas, does others sharing in your pain drag them to the depths of your own sadness? No! Any good inmate will want to help you shoulder your burden, for we are all shoulders to cry on at this point. They want the beauty of your howl, the sweet sound, for beauty in the Asylum is as scarce as water in the desert. Howl, my dear, let it all out. Release the pain, the heartache, the despair, for that is what REALLY makes you crazy.
Now, I must go. If the doctors see me writing this, they'll really think I've snapped.
From, inmate W03Z, young inmate, budding linguist (or so I hope), and fledgling writer.
Life in the Asylum is not easy. In fact, life in general is not easy. But us girls...well, we have it the worst of the worst. We pick from the bottom of the barrel, because of our mental setbacks, our gender, our personality. My only advice to you: Howl. Howling gets me through the worst of times. Just let go. No matter how dangerous the Asylum may be - such a paradox! - sometimes just snapping, just releasing the tension and anger and desperation and despair into one long burst of glorious music is all you need to make it through the day, one foot in front of the other. The howl rises from the depths of your soul, until you release the pain into the atmosphere, where others can know it, and share it. But alas, does others sharing in your pain drag them to the depths of your own sadness? No! Any good inmate will want to help you shoulder your burden, for we are all shoulders to cry on at this point. They want the beauty of your howl, the sweet sound, for beauty in the Asylum is as scarce as water in the desert. Howl, my dear, let it all out. Release the pain, the heartache, the despair, for that is what REALLY makes you crazy.
Now, I must go. If the doctors see me writing this, they'll really think I've snapped.
From, inmate W03Z, young inmate, budding linguist (or so I hope), and fledgling writer.