Sick

I am a sick being. Living in a sick world. A grotesque world. We are nothing but children in the eyes of God. How will you be judged? We fight and hate and scheme oblivious to our own rot. Our own false sense of pride and dignity. Our subjective and flawed moralities. Sitting idly in the filth of our own creation we watch the world pass us by. Some will notice and despair, but even then they will do nothing. Our lives are but tear drops in the ocean. Our minds nothing but the product of our desires.

I am numb.

Removed.

A stranger in a strange land. And I have been corrupted by the toxic world that surrounds me. Do not be angry. Do not weep. Simply accept it. You are sick too.