Dear people who want to feel hearts
Something awful happened in this life
Pursuit of superficial fantasy broke my heart
I wasn’t after the superficial
I was connected to belief in wisdom
I chased after wisdom and in its pursuit I became vandalized by those who only want to sit.
Pushed into madness without concern for my heart, by those who run after superficial dreams.
Uncaring of my broken heart, I sat in places I don’t like.
Upset I see and got a painful look at how much further breaking of hearts goes.
This means society I dream of doesn’t exist. It is unachievable in my age.
My broken heart is soothed by peace in comfortable knowing that good exists. In choices people who are too quick miss and in common sense to help those who are in need.
I take back my broken heart and fill it with my own pure light.
Broken heart and broken thoughts fragments float in space.
Answers truly lie within ourselves not anywhere else. Once people stop looking for an answer, society will stop exposing inappropriately what doesn’t need exposing.
Pain expressed in many ways is revealing how overexposed we are. We don’t know how to apply silence properly.
I believe in the heart of good, and recognize there are people who don’t. The broken heart released its pain, without it light and clarity can reign.