Some times I stare at the earth under my feet with envy, it will never feel pain. Stone will never feel sorrow, worry, anger, or fear. There is a wound in my soul that will never heal, the one set there for those that Ive left behind. I cant shake the empathy when i imagine those final moments. And thats when I shake off the envy, because the stone will never know what it is to live in the first place. It will never opreciate what its like with the looming fear of our imenent obliteration. It will never experience taking its final breaths before being cast into eternity. I dont just exist, I live.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 20:22:54 +0000