I rarely feel rage from the Universe
That feeling of fiery immanence
And sometimes I wonder if it’s not just an image of me from the future
Because when I knew the whole story I was enraged too
All lost loved ones who never see their loved one again
And I want to know the difference between surviving
And not
Why I managed
Why I am still here to watch them march the lights into oblivion
I stumbled upon a thought yesterday
When I did it was a moment so important I can’t forget it
That by hurting ourselves we hurt the Universe
But that was not their rage
Their rage was the marching
Their rage was the destruction of a beautiful soul
Their rage was the same why as mine
People are so cruel
I hide my cruelty in this vault
I do not let it show to people
I do not want to cause harm, no matter how hurt I am
But other humans cause harm without even being hurt themselves
People took her life
She may have lost to the disease
As I have almost lost to the disease more times than I can remember
But when people around you are helping the disease
It’s already hard enough to put up a fight against your own brain
Even I fail sometimes
But when people are helping your brain?
Rage indeed
It made me rethink the lines that are communication
What is the point in a world where the enemies are outside and inside?
I hear it
The whispers of the mind
Almost broke my silence
This world is so cruel
I do not know if reality is cruel
Or if just this reality humans have created is
Do the birds sit in the trees all day bullying eachother?
They certainly do harass eachother
Maybe this world is just based on bullying
Rest in peace sweet fox goddess
You didn’t deserve this world
And this world didn’t deserve you
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