We Belong

No one will ever love you in this world like how you do. No one will ever be there till the end aside from you. No one will ever care as much as you do. No one will ever will.

Let's not just sit there and watch the afflictive scenery of our beautiful world. This is so cruel yet vicious and inhuman. People are becoming more inhumanely and stonyhearted. Nevertheless, we can be the last legion standing stronger, bolder, and fiercer than we could ever be.

This society is too damn to see. I can see the crocodiles eating us perpetually. We are like tiny fishes on the oceans who are free to be eaten by the eagles that are soaring and ascenting.

Can I ask a question? I am finding something I couldn't find in my years of existence. "Where is it?" That's it.

I could only stare at the beggars outside the road. I know ripped jeans is famed in todays generation to adults, but this beggars wear ripped clothes. With their dry lips that are surely thirsty for care and assistance, hungry for love and admiration, longing for friends, yearning for affection, and craving for a healthy and sound humanity.

This is not what i am looking for.

Humanity is like an ocean. Blue yet obscene and vulgar. If the few drops of the ocean is dirty, the ocean doesn't become dirty.

The planet is fine and floury. The people are fucked. If it is not just the people who causes dirty water on the ocean, the ocean will be so much immaculate than it will ever be.

Where is it? Tell me where is it? Where's the fine and G-rated human? We shall not tolerate this kind of system, where the ones who are empty are the subject of X-rated mise–en–scène, and however the ones who are full are being the subject of good.

We belong to each other and that's the thing. Maybe that is what I am looking for. If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.

Life is to be lived not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.