Sometimes one can only wonder why humans are so afraid of each other… In the emotional sense. And then you are reminded that the human race is a mess. That we probably deserve to be afraid of each other. Which in turn really means we’re afraid of ourselves.
We’ve gone ahead and fucked up so much so that we’re rendered ourselves useless and unfeeling destroyers. Destruction. Lack of everything. Piteous souls. We can only dream of a time when even something as sacred as dreaming does not stand to suffer destruction… Love has definitely already gone ahead and had it’s head laid on the cold slab called life— as sacrifice (obviously). Only no one can really explain why.