All around us..
I stop. I see. The pain all around, The pain in the air. So many reasons to, So many ways to, give up. People hurt, with hope lost. The type of hurt few people understand. The world we live in, The life forced on us, suffocation, barely living, barely breathing. Destruction all around us, People are hungry, people are dying. The lack of control, Finding anyway to express themselves, searching, yearning, for equality, in essence... love. It's hard for me to, see this, and have zero control of, any of it. A cry of help, Please, give one. Life is worth living, Please, stop and see it. We are by products of, Society, those we grew up with, our parents, the community around us.. Right now, Today is, One of the worst on record, for so many people, in many ways. It's not lost upon us, please, reach out, let someone help. Be the weed growing between the cracks in concrete. Beautiful. Because it's not supposed to be there. The...