The world; large mass, filthy
riddles conjured by humans pulling
at their own skins.
Depression; large mass,
poisoned with a lonely stench
where humans sulk when they
feel broken.
Mass stirred conflicts; humanity
unbecoming. What do we monitor when
history blends into the present?
Year after year, cycling no change. Nurturing illness
and perpetuating dis-ease. Recurring habits
demand better resolutions.
We, the large mass, are filled with filthy
riddles. We are pulling at our skins. Depression
poisons each of us with a lonely kind of stench.
Humanity,
what are we becoming? Whom do we monitor when
history blends into the present?
Ourselves or everybody else?
About the Creator
Felix
I heal people and I write things.
IG : @jnmps
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie4 days ago in Motivation
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