Sometimes...sometimes.

Sometimes, I wish that the world wasn't so high off of the violence and wrongness that people eat on a daily basis.

Not every flower produces petals of evil;

but I am beginning to see more of those poisonous plants as I grow.

The world around me is falling into the ending.

A lot of the people around me have collapsed into a cell of mistakes that produce living consequences as an offspring.

There are so many people that have sprinkled their lives with the burdens of evildoers, continuing to carry them as an attachment; when, really, the burdens just add extra weight on their backs.

I just hold my head down in both shock and non-shock blandness, taking it as a lesson, and a lesson for my mind.

It's amazing how people can stand on the highest tower one day, then, collapse off of it and crash down to the grasping and needy beginning.

The world is as cold and terrifying as a a plucked bird drowning in icy water.

Sometimes...sometimes.

Sometimes, I wish that the soft hums and words of a lullaby would bandage our world...but I know it won't.

I just have to live in it.