Dad would dream of all the different ways to die

I want to cry for the world sometimes. Don't you? Don't you feel a burden resting in your chest because the world is in such a state? I feel like it's partly my fault for not doing more to begin with. I should just help people and hug people and know medicine and every language so I can teach people how it should be, not how it is, and then people would smile more and help others more and teach others more and then the world would be better. Because it all works like that. It always starts with one person and it spreads. It spreads like wild fire. I want to be wild fire. Don't you want to be wild fire? I pity anyone who doesn't want to ravage the world with kindness. Everyone should want things to be better for everyone. I'm sad for this planet and every living and non-living thing here. But looking back at history and the progression of the human species, it is inevitable that we would do. The earth knows how much we suck. The earth knows it has to cleanse itself of the evil it has supported over the billions of years. Mother Earth is like a single parent kicking the loser child (us) from the basement and into the real world. Only the "real world" is death and basement is the planet. I guess Mama Earth is commiting suicide to feel better. We are a horrible cold that she can't kick so she's kickin' the bucket instead. And it's all our fault because we didn't want to do better for eachother. We all suck.




built a tower tumbling to the trees.