(no subject)
To my left is the world. The window is cracked, letting me peer out into what I don't understand. Or maybe I understand it so well that my mind chooses not to let me know that it's protecting me from out there. I think I get the nature part of outside. Birds, bees, the whole bit. The part I struggle with is the human element. In no way do I consider myself better than anyone else or above them. But then why do I sometimes think, "people would be a lot better off if they saw things my way."? It's involuntarily hypocritical I suppsose. But I think we all share this trait. To the few who are too righteous to admit this, I feel bad for you. I also don't understand you. Keep in mind, I am not writing this with any specific person in mind. I speak to humanity as a whole.
The sky is gray, and I can't help but think it's so very appropriate.
The sky is gray, and I can't help but think it's so very appropriate.