There are some times like this when I am afraid for the world. Not for myself, but for the world.
Things I cannot solve on my own, that are much, much bigger than me. Rotten.
Things I cannot solve on my own, that are much, much bigger than me. Rotten.
However, they are fixable. Except, I can do just a bit on my own. And that is truly frustrating.
Maybe that was just the best we could have done after all. All this time.
I don’t know if I could ever reconcile with that.
I don’t know if I could ever reconcile with that.
Have I? This inner turmoil is sleeplessly churning.
Samsara.
For what is it worth?
I want to go somewhere kids are kids and they do not ruin their siblings’ playgrounds.
