dismustbetheplace
"This has got to stop", she thought as she swam in a sea of haunted waste, as the pieces of plastic bags were coming towards like acting ghosts of the human error, killing everything in their path. "How could anyone live like this?", she thought as the corpse of a poor puffer fish caught in a plastic cup, flew by her. For a second there, she wished for the poles to melt and drown her kind all. But that wasn't the answer to the end that was on the horizon, waiting for them to miss a step once more.
She wanted to cry. She knew that wasn't the answer either, so she dried her eyes and tried to focus. There must be an answer to stop or to delay it all, to help the planet recover, to help themselves. It may require a lot of time and patience but it was the only way. She will educate herself more, she will start talking to people about these pressing matters, she will be persistent in her recycling and in her way of life. And maybe through her actions and her words, she will change other people, and together will change the world. Or maybe there are others who have thought or are thinking the same thing as her right now, and they have already started the change. And more and more people will think like them, will act like them and will want to save the world. Because, even if not everybody is aware, the desire to survive is what guides them all.