Day 74 Ruminating And Writing

Malice

This world of ours is made from dust and bones. It’s made of malice and greed. It’s made of all the pain and sorrow. It doesn’t have to be. None of us wants it, yet here they stay, robbing away the happiness that could exist. It’s the twisted thinking that we can’t escape. It’s the cities we build. It’s the systems we feed.

It saddens me to see what we have created at the expense of this wonder that exists by pure chance.

Smile

She sat next to the screen, waving her hand and s...