Why is there so much pain and hurt in the world??
Why do people have to go out and inflict pain on others? on themselves?
How can you do that to someone! You just can't do that to someone. To anyone!

What do you do with the anger, and the pain, and the shear frustration of wanting to castrate every living asshole, every person who as ever abused another living soul?
How do we sleep at night? When so many can't?
When so many are starving?
When so many are being violated, and abused, and terrorized to live?

How do you give someone you've never met, and someone you will never meet, and make things better?
Can you hug someone you don't know? Can you hug someone you do?

When did fear enter our lives?
When did strength leave?
Why do we do this to ourselves?
When will the hurting stop? How could the hurting start?

Since when did we all become so small and insignificant?
How can you live a day knowing that it doesn't matter?
Why do you wake up in the morning? Why do I?
Why do we take the next step, when in the end, any steps are futile?
How can we say we are constructive, when so much of so many others is so destructive, and catastrophic?

I would miss my home, if I knew where it was.

Breath with me, for we are all human and shall die.