Love to dust

Prologue

When i was young, the world was an endless playground, full of possibilities and wonderous. Now, as i get older, i see the world through different eyes. Older eyes. Eyes that have seen more pain than happiness. The world, i have discovered is a cruel plave, full of hatred and horror. It's a horrid curse that growing up throws upon you. It can begin at any age. Reality. Sometimes, it affects people earlier than others.

Ugliness. It's everywhere. More than beauty. Violence more than peace. Cruelty more than kindness.

Hate more than love.

The world is nothing to me now. Why should it mean something to me? I have no reason to love it. It has nothing left to offer me. All I love has left me. The very things that have had me anchored to this Earth my whole life, are gone.

It's fascinating. How one action, one mistake, one poor decision by one person, can alter so many things on ones life. Your life, everyones lives, are at the mercy of the more powerful.

The hate, the war, the violence, the cruelty, the heinous acts of tyrany.

They are our masters now.

Mine, yours, and the Earth's.