Parallel To Me

The sound of fireworks is the sound of a bomb in Seria. 

Our present is a hopeful future for them. 

Our greed is their destruction. 

The smoke from our cigarettes is the smoke in their air.

Our food waste could feed them for years.

We lay around as someone is running for their life.

We take school for granted, they cry at the site of food.

We breathe they suffocate.

We take, they receive less.

We laugh, they cry.

This is our parallel world.

Don't deem on the bad though.

We can give.

We can open our minds.

We can change what we see.

What we see is not always a good change.

What we see is not always a bad change.

Don't depend on other people to change if you yourself cannot change.

Change is important, yin and yang, light and dark, dusk and dawn. They are the same as we are all the same as humans. 

As this is our parallel world. 

Please keep an open mind.

Author-Chan.