I wish the world was prettier than it actually is.
I feel so extinguished and saddened because I wish, I just wish I was in a different universe than this.
One that isn’t filled with so much rage and aggression and anguish and despair and horrible awful miserable devastation and loneliness.
I long for a world that is liberating. A place full of color and beauty, dreamers, adventure, peace, kindness, and simple joy from the sheer kiss of freedom.
A world without the constricting pressure of society and the absurdity of our social network. I wish this world weren’t so judgmental, so hateful, selfish.
Words can’t even describe how I feel.
It’s thick, and heavy. It weighs on my shoulders and neck. My throat. It lingers on my chest. It crushes my soul and shatters my heart.
I know I can’t fix it.
In the grand scheme of things, my dreams are a fools paradise, because this world is killing itself and I won’t live long enough to see it any differently.
Though I wish for more, the universe is too unkind, too harsh and sharp and unloving for such a thing to ever be different from what it is.
Gosh you are such a beautiful writer
This says it all. It’s ironic that this pebble in space is the only known planet that has color, life, and all the good things you mentioned, but it’s also the only known planet that has hate, judgment and the cause of it all: humans. Remove all the humans and it would be a paradise… but I guess we wouldn’t get to see it.
a world like that consists of no humans. where there’s humans, there’s war, there’s suffering, inequality, hate, etc.