Burdened earth teaches a lesson
I am wounded. I know. But who isn't in today's world? Isn't this world burdened with bruises that are yet to be cured? Yes! God damn it stinks around. The pleasures are all to recover from the pains of yesterday. And if at all there is a soul that does breath fine, they are hurried centuries ago and have finely turned to dust. The world is so old yet how does it succumb all of this? What about man is so precious that there is still so much the world accepts?
Maybe that's how we learn to be sefless🌼
Maybe that's how we learn to love even after being broken and burdened with someone else's misery.
Most often when two people break apart, one of them just surrounds with an amount of sadness that was to be equally carried by both. The sufferer was the lover and the one who escaped the loved. And often the lover is the earth that warms up again, from winter to summer and hold open their heart again to love.
/May wounds heal. May lovers be loved. May loved be lovers./
