there is a broad difference and a fine line between angry and hurt, sad and depressed, broken hearted and broken minded.
humanity is not mindful enough of the sorrows that are emitted into the world for ones happiness and another's despair.
there's a meaning within every tear, every missed phone call, every ignored message, every song unsung, they all show something deeper.
it's a world full of entities with thorns on their tongues and bombs in their hearts, while the youth wonders why they are tired.
a war is exhausting, especially the kind in ones own mind. your getting enough sleep, but not enough rest.
when the white flag waves ending the battle between the expectations and wishes, the people will find the relief they so implore for.
Until that day, bombs fly.
