Monday, July 27, 2015

A new thing

Out of the ashes, beauty will be birthed forth.
In the wilderness, new paths will be formed.
Out of suffering, a King was crowned.
In the wasteland, a new thing will be done.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Bridging Chasms

The chasm is far too wide, I know I'll never reach the other side

As much as democracy aggressively strives to enforce equality on a worldwide scale, the fact of the matter is that the world is never fair. It was never intended to be. People from one end of the earth are painstakingly living their life of toil to barely scrape life through while the rest on the other end of the earth take life as it is for granted. I've tried waging war with my mind in attempt to bridge the chasm, for I wanted badly to have what I did not have. I stole a few valuables from the other side, lived like the other side. When I woke up, the stolen valuables stayed firmly in my grip, but my feet remained where I was before. Alterations of the tip of the ice bergs are possible, but nothing can shift the entire berg. It stays rooted.

Now tell me, can equality in our temporary home exist?

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Losing grip

Pitter, patter. It sounds strangely therapeutic altogether.
Drip, drop. I'm on my own now, and the rain won't stop.