We live in a world where help is a message away. No words need be spoken. However, we live in a world that is constantly ready to tear the throat out of anyone who dare show weakness. A world where neighbor need speak no words because they are enemies.
We are but stones in a river. A river rushing to regroup with the grand ocean. We will not form a mountain, cause we are lucky if we poke out enough to be heard by the burbling of the stream. We only shine when we are worn down. We are forgotten in silence.
Does the wind cry for us when we crumble? Unlikely, as it is too busy being snuffed out by industry. The breath will leave the body. Leave it cold when no one is around. We walk our paths alone, unwanted by even ourselves when the world is done with us.
The loneliness is met with the will of the one who denies it's hold. We crawl when we could run, we stumble when we could thrive, we could grow and change. We could no longer be alone, if we reached out our hands. The dog may lunge, but it is the fear that grips it's heart.
Always strive for better, but know that growth is best when it is not done alone. You can always be better and you can always help someone. Don't let a cry be silent, if someone is calling for help.
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Stuff I Wrote
RastgeleFrom places of darkness to the mundane, these things were made.
