lacrymosa

do you dare touch the shards of a broken world?

look at it. there it lies, shattered by our manhandling, our roughness, our greed. see the genocides, the wars, the lies that have warped it. see it cry in agony and beg for mercy as we continue to let the hate bend and twist the very matter this world is built on. see its scars, the wounds that never healed. it writhes as it continues to birth evil.

can you stand by? can you indifferently watch this world in its neverending pain? will you not reach out? though it will hurt to grasp those bitter shards, will you not reach out?

music of the heavens

such a nice day today. just sat for a bit in the sun. the Sun is such an interesting thing. it, or maybe he or she, radiates light, which travels over millions of miles of vacuum and still manages to impart heat and light to this little planet. you'd think it'd lose something across those millions of miles, but i guess not. or if it does, we unfortunately don't know what we're missing out on. maybe the Sun sings, and its song just never makes it here. maybe the stars sing, and they're just too far for us to hear. then again, maybe it does make it. maybe, the music of the heavens lies right above our heads and we, in our self-centered way, just miss out.