Edema Rue

“Where did I fail? Am I too articulate? Should I have limited my words, scaled down my imagination to your mind. I can't. I would if I could because I want to reach you, But I can't. You're all out of reach.“

The Wild One, Cagebirds

This has been a brief summary of my day.

Additionally: (same character, same show)

“Listen to me! All of you! You could be free. All of you! Must I be caged because you lack willpower? 

I come hurtling in, and within minutes turn your comfortable, satisfied, non-communicating, slave society upside down. I tear down the paper screens you built so carefully. I blow great gusts through the hot-house air. I shatter your fragile Sunday quiet. No, I didn't. I only tried. I didn't succeed. I couldn't succeed, because you're not alive. You can't be alive, because if you were, you'd be charging at that door with me. This very minute. All shoulders together. Boom! Thud! Pow! Crash! But there you sit. I haven't the right to stir the dust. I'm the Wild One who doesn't belong. Ignore her. You have to ignore her, because if you didn't you'd either have to break out or break down. I'm sorry. No, I'm not, but it's an accepted figure of speech. I'm sorry, but if you don't like me, you'll have to do the other thing. I'm sorry, but I'm the Wild One, and the cage hasn't been built that can hold me.”

Someday, I will make them hear me. Someday, I will have the credibility that when I tell them I am proud it will matter. Someday, I will speak and they will listen. Someday, this apathetic, burned out, veiled world will break free, and I’ll be there to meet them.

To the Articulate: I hear you.

To the Blurred: You will hear me.

To the Enslaved: We will be free.