During the season of blossoming trees, the chaos outside refused to cease and Snow fell in the Summer.
Amidst the frozen abyss, we bundled up and seized our weapons. Wholeheartedly choosing to live as beasts.
What does it mean to care for others?
To show virtue and moral rectitude?
To encompass values of humanity?
What does it mean to cry for others during times of sorrow and wish for their well-being? To love unconditionally? To empathize?
Nature’s naivety created simple heroes of their own. Wombats in the scorching flame. And greenery with it’s last breath, bestowing blessings upon man’s cowardice.
But here we stand in solace, refuting all that made us ‘human’ while keeping warm in stolen furs.
Tonight, I open the stiff window to the piercing wind, waiting under frost-crested oranges.
