We all begin as a blank canvas;
a new and innocent individual
in a world full of hatred.
How astonishing it is
that we are provided with the opportunity
to change all aspects of this cruel world-
to fix what humanity has so gracefully destroyed.
But instead, we have learned
to join in the act, and add to the ruins.
It has become normal
to hate more and love less,
and to judge others-
constantly pointing fingers
before checking to see if our own hands are clean.
Our children are mindlessly painting a black hole
upon their own canvas.
Why?
Why is nobody realizing that we utterly hold
the world in our own hands?
And how terrifying is it to realize
we are all painting black holes on our canvasses
when we had the opportunity
to paint galaxies?
[L.T]
