I am sorry, to the world, for loving it so much. But the environment it has to offer is my hero, why are the people that it breeds, such villains? I know that I am but a droplet of the sun's shine to you, but you are the emergence of the stars to me. They beam upon me, and to you I am but a scratch, but the stars within you have plummeted my world, and you have been the extinction of hope to me. I know I am but a human to you, but you are the population to me. 7 billion beautiful, pain stained souls within a pair of brown eyes, and I know you don't believe me, but I love everyone, and everything within you. And maybe I am just a droplet of rain to you, but you are a ferocious storm to me, and God only knows how hard its raining right now. Our path was but a stream, and demons built a dam. But to me, it is the ocean that supports the Earth, and it is the ocean that is unknown. And hopefully, the ocean is us. There is still a story to be told, but I fear that I am just your word. There is a definition to all of them though, and I hope to see the day where ours is defined. Although I will always hope, that it is more than a sentence. And perhaps, it is but a moment to you, but it is now memories for me. Perhaps I was but a day of the dark, and a week in the light to you, and I will not say that you are a lifetime of enlightenment for me, but God, I wish you were. I guess I am just dreaming, but sleep is my only escape. I fear, that my fears, are my reality. I guess, I am terrified of the world. I am sorry, for loving the world so much. I, have always just wanted, for it to love me back.
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May 2021
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