Is This How The World Works?
In the great calmness of it all, I feel insurmountable sadness, vast and inescapable. I have no real control of when it comes. I just know it comes from the calmness, always. I feel there is something deeply wrong, either in my own life or the world I currently live in. If I stop moving I can finally see, feel, the horrors of this world and it fills me with such grief. I feel the pain of loss, not just over my personal grievances but in the world itself. Parts of this world will never return. With that loss and sadness I feel another part of myself break. It becomes another fragment lost to emptiness of dread. Hope is all i have to lose. Eventually this horror, dread and sadness will be all thats left. The world will never be what it was, and I will never be younger to enjoy it. The worst part is that everyone knows and nobody does anything about it. To see such beauty destroyed right in front of you and not lift a finger, what a pity. We are doomed. Our rich travel to space and avoid...