I hate any word associated with death, hospitals and illness. Death all around is what I see lately. Technology kills the babies. Where are the summer days of youth, when we laid down on the green grass, staring at blue sky, licking ice cream cone? When I had hope that the world will become better, but is it really better?
History reads like a horror story. It’s all craziness. Then came cartoons. It taught kids to fight evil and become strong, but are we really fighting evil at this age in time? Are we just all hopeless narcissists who can’t handle the truth? We are small, very small.
When I was 5, inside the classroom, I had hope staring at the poster of a globe with people of all colors holding hands. We had dreams. Big dreams. Thought humanity was making progress. What happen to those days?
It’s lawless now or is it just that Mom made everything felt so safe that I didn’t think twice about how mad the world is.
Gloomy sky all the time. Lover of flesh always die.