Whisper.0 - Placebo
Time doesn't heal; it calcifies.
0. Introduction
Welcome to the space where whispers take shape. As Clarice Lispector would say, “I write to keep myself alive.” It's as if when I write, there is no name, age, or any type of appearance. From me to myself, I am the heart that cries, I am the soul that screams, I am the conscience that teaches... I am the self that sees from the outside. Through writing, I found a way to share what I have learned from life, reflect on it, and at the same time, take out all the pain from my heart that I don't want to keep. Sometimes I write to avoid having to speak, sometimes I write to try to understand, sometimes I write for the simple pleasure of writing. I write because I love it and because in writing, I found a way out.
1. Placebo
Time can be quite cruel if you don't know how to handle it.
Time has been cruel to me.
I no longer know how to deal with time.
Time has the power to kill misplaced hopes, cool off constantly disappointed hearts, and close eyes already tired of trying to see further...
What about that saying that time heals everything?
If time is like a black-label medication, dear, it's one of those that addicts the soul, and the more you consume, the more you realize it’s just another addiction among all the others you accumulate...
Placebo, the feeling of healing, only hides.
It doesn't heal anything anymore when it starts to accumulate bitterness and frustrations; it calcifies.
Time knows how to be cruel.
Time takes people away, and when it decides to bring others, you no longer have the same willingness to give yourself.
Time makes you an adult, and being an adult is discovering loneliness.
Discovering loneliness is discovering that the "tick-tock" of the clock is torture.
Opening your eyes to all of this means wanting to close them with all your strength and giving up.
Just look back and see what’s left of everyone and everything that has passed, and even what remains, how it is now.
But time reveals everything, absolutely everything, and knowing is suffering.
The time of joy is loaded with the weight of the end.
The time of trust is loaded with the weight of disappointment.
The time of life is loaded with the weight of the fact that death arrives. And it comes voraciously.
The shot glass ends up empty on the bar table.
The night of love ends when dawn breaks.
Wow, long time no see! How are you?
Actually, I'm not doing so well...
Everything's fine here... Good to see you; keep in touch!
Time shows you that, in fact, no one cares.
Time shows you that no one is interested in being part of your life when happy hour ends.
Time shows you that emptiness always has the last word.
Time shows you that the end exists for everything, except when it comes to pain.
You might think it’s nonsense today but wait and see when the time comes.
And when you get home, you'll talk to time, and you'll hear it say serenely and cruelly:
“You are alone.”
Still, in the background, a final whisper:
“It will always be like this.”
About the Author
Raquel Rosa
Bachelor's degree in Portuguese Language and Literature from UTFPR (Federal University of Technology - Paraná) and a master's student in the research line of Contemporary Aesthetics, Modernity, and Technology, also at UTFPR (PPGEL). Aspiring to an academic career through scientific research, she works as a teacher, writer, editor, and content creator. Passionate about literature, she seeks to understand the world through books, especially through what makes them timeless and combative.
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