Maybe I don’t have to worry or maybe it is all I can do. Didn’t you ever want to help the world in learning to love equally instead of this diseased reality we insist on living? Any time the decision is made to sever anybody, anybody at all from this reality justice needs to be served.
I never imagined an existence where our basic necessities that make us human are slowly being taken away. Livelihoods are at stake and everybody is already fed up I am not sure how much longer this can go on for or how much more of this anybody can take.
If only we can heal each other’s pain and maybe take it all away. Maybe for an eternity or maybe we can extinguish it for good. I know I am tired of hearing about the nightmares although I am no longer entirely surprised. To live in a time that we have given up on trying to understand or to say to those that have travelled you are forgiven for you were only a man.
I find it incredibly surreal that we are celebrating a victory that to me doesn’t seem like a win for humanity at all. Was it the lesser of two evils. Time will surely tell but what is evident to all is there is major decision and unrest to be had as half of the nation is angry of the outcome. That doesn’t say much all things considered.
What makes us like that? Ravenous to feed and destroy everybody we can. There is no diplomacy just jealous faces and evil hearts. I hate who we have become. There is no sisterhood bond to destroy the evil intentions. We jump on to the next passing ship that promises immediate gratification and endless compliments to feed our evil ways
I hate what it means to be human. At least by today’s definition. Freedom doesn’t exist anymore because we all feel entitled to so much more. As civility crawls out the window another child takes their last breath. They cite the things we want to hear. The things that make our blood boil. We thought we found our ally. Wait is that a bullet in my back?
If we are all created equally, then it is our materialistic possessions that set us apart. There was a time when we were content being able to provide for ourselves the necessities of life until some other being told us we needed to lust over something else.
If history is destined to repeat itself what makes us so blind. Is it because we have become numb to the transgressions muting our inner voice. We had a year which was supposed to serve and solitude and look what we have done. We have those that are supposed to lead us and show us…
I cry for those who can no more and I find comfort in my sweet baby bird. She dances in my hand like Sunshine and sings the happiest of tunes. That is what it feels like to me anyways. My moods have been shifty even more so these days but Miss Anne sure had the right idea when she said nature fixes everything. When you look into the eyes of any animal, especially one you connect with a certain magic transforms the best of you.
don’t see how we have made any progress. We have those who force their opinion down your throats and if you don’t agree with what they say then you are the devil. Everything you do is blasphemy in their eyes. How can this be? All I care about is trying to repair the grievous fractures in our timeline.