To spread political views, soldiers release balloons holding leaflets in Taiwan, January 1969.Photograph by Frank and Helen Schreider, National Geographic
My mind is on the verge of breaking down. I need to distract myself and so I write.
I am mad. Emotionally and mentally. Madness has always been the hardest to control, only makes itself noticed when you’re filled to your limit.
I am like a balloon, made of an opaque latex, that you can never see what’s going inside me until I burst.
Instead of air, I am being filled by the waters flowing out from the old man of Crete. The knowledge would be as elusive as air, and easy to forget, be indifferent of. But i’m getting the thick liquid of real understanding, the emotional burden that weighs on me so much, my soul dipped to it cannot run, for help.
My pride hid all it to the uncaring eyes. To be unnoticed seemed to be better than to be dismissed. To be shrugged off or to be never seen at all.
For now, again, I’m breaking.
All of them were shot and killed for wanting peace.
This is just perfect.
Women use compact mirrors in packed crowd to catch sight of the queen in London, June 1966.
Photograph by James P. Blair, National Geographic