I observe this sad portrait.
Like an artist\'s unfinished work,
Every line, every curve, so mis-leading and broken.
Every note, every sound, so flat and empty.
This. This is our world, our environment, our home.
how will humanity proceed to grow in such disaster?
The beauty, it has simply vanished before our eyes.
Like dust slowly fading in the wind.
As I painfully watch the haunting image,
I baptize this paper with waterfalls of pain.
I cannot help but wonder.
What is our purpose to be present in such a deathly place?
We are but subjects in a cruel spectacle.
Eyed by others of higher importance..
I drift through pages and pages of my emotions.
This book, the only key to my memory.
I long to see the sun again,
consuming my body with warmth and comfort.
Those days, so innocent and harmless they were.
Everything so fresh and crisp..
I still wonder.
How could such happiness evolve into pure agony?
What will us as humans become?
We will become strangers,
Merely followers in our own world.
This. This is the truth behind humanity.
We have no one to blame, no one to blame but ourselves.
