Do you ever wonder how to get away from all of the pain and suffering in our world? How to take all that pain and suffering and throw it down the drain? I do. I ask myself everyday, what can I do to make this place better? What can I do to be proud of one measly little thing in my life?
Children can be so distant in their grown up bodies. So far away from all of the small things that matter.
“All children are born artists. It is when they become adults when they have to work to stay an artist.”
-Pablo Picasso
If I were an artist, or a musician, or a painter, how could I change the world? How could I make a difference? I am not sure. I will never know. No one ever shall know. For I am trapped in an ever-growing waste land of humans.
It is my fault, your fault, his fault, her fault, our fault. Everyone is at fault here for everything that is going wrong with our world. I will not have an outcome of pain and suffering. I will not have lives lost for the sake of one person’s life.
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Little Bits of Horror
RandomThese are little short stories I've written. Hope you like them!
