So Nice. To consider it possible to go through life without hurting a single heart. I’ve tried to be hard, becoming stone reaction as they instructed, but the tears of others hurt more than my own.

What is it to fail at something the world believes is normalcy. Quenched, dangerous and potent, ready at the instance of quip to dethroned, debone and eradicate any threat, even the imagined.

Their popular monster set loose upon humanity authorized to take none prisoner. They truly applaud the veracious appetite of emotional thieves. Don’t want to smash doves no matter how convincing your argument.

Safety is not found in wounding back, but seeking the understanding while staving off properly the misplaced aggressive and assault. Peace prevails when sufficient timing is apportioned.

What tragedy befalls the young, the vulnerable the yet unadequately defended. Adults absent or they too hypnotized to long term injury. Every kid I know has been traumatized seldom escaping damage.

Slow this march back to ground unfettered with psyche versions strewn on the path to worldly appetite. What punishment the meek receive taught destruction when edification and encouragement their nature.

Wanting so much to be okay and knowing only conformity to the wicked our peace. Close tremors shaking the loam to base our footing. Unaware what lay beneath the measure of sand but granite surpassing time.

Master, I volunteer to the remaking. Remove the grime of commonplace. There is no heart for me in the tragic films of ritualistic intimidation. I find no sweet harvest in reducing those whom You have made to Love.

Teach me again to appreciate the wonder.