"Hey"

Entries. Like a journal. But a book. Feelings. On paper. In one way or another. The blossoming flowers from a withering tree. How can a world be as lost as ours? How can humanity take something so beautiful and rip it out from the roots? How can someone tell others who to be and what to be? Who gave them the right?

We live in a broken world. Where lives are lost every day in result of tragedy. Where people are broken done to the core and all that's left is to disintegrate to dust. To fly away with the wind. And to end up as nothing at all. We start from nothing and we go back to nothing. But what about the space in between? Shouldn't we have a say in the matter?

These entries are from my heart and I hope will change the way some people see things. Emotions are real. People are real. So why are we treated like we don't exist?