Dichotomy

Musings Part 1

What does life look like behind someone else's eyes?

it seems as if our souls have become so desensitized...

I miss the wind, and the warm sunset.

I miss the hope and laughter I used to have in my eyes.

I miss when humanity wasn't so vacant.

I miss when mothers and father's never screamed for their child's demise.

I miss when life was simple, I miss when life was warm...

Now we're all predators, trying to survive the storm.