Impulse poem a while ago. I need to update and keep this account in check :/
I'm not misanthropic, just... distressed.
I feel like the topics I covered here are too vague. Sometimes I am touched by these feelings of mass hysteria, where I wonder where we will all be, where we will go. We will be something, someday, but what? And what are we now?
Why is it that human beings are the only thing to do such calamitous damage to the earth? Are we that incapable, with all our capabilities, to protect what is freely given?
What right do we have to call it "humanity" when everything we do is inhumane? Even typing on this computer means pollution to the darkening sky. And there, we have our first contradiction.
Ramblings at midnight.
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