our weary souls march across these lands, the weight of the world on our shoulders. the injustices seem to seep into our bodies, creating contours, folds, and lines.
grimacing in the face of the betrayer, we stumble on.
life: a place of struggle.
life: a relentless beating of already tortured souls.
where is the fairness of this world?
where is the perfect order amidst the chaos?
we've touched the brilliance of peace and sanctity.
some more than others.
its there.
the peace is there.
now,
lets find it.
