tidbit

I never know what to do with these little thoughts that run through my head throughout the day, so I write them down. I took a walk today, and this little one came to mind.

Trees give way to power lines,
Roots to concrete arteries.
The illusion of suburbia,
Regressing into a penitentiary.

Upon learning about WWI in history, this little.. piece came to mind.

The world speaks of peace, but no one pursues it. Striving for an idea that’s so unattainable, so open-ended and frail. You pride yourselves on killing, invading and destroying, you stand for a country so broken and divided. For what?

Comfort?

How can one obtain comfort in times where the power of nuclear warfare and guns overrule that of words. Peace will never be achieved as long as we stand divided, as long as nature is a dead word, and as long as differences aren’t understood and appreciated. Peace will never be obtainable. It will always brush or fingertips and hover just above our palms.

I dunno, felt like sharing these... ideas.