I have visions of a child screaming.
Screaming into this nothingness void.
Screams so hallow and cold.
It is as if the child absorbs all the pain through which it sees with its little eyes.
You cannot unsee.
You cannot unhear.
Neither can the child.
The child molds from the environment it grows in.
If the air is polluted so is the child’s lungs.
Sometimes love can over power the dark creature lurking around on the inside of us. Waiting for the moment we are most vulnerable. And catching us as we fall. So it can penetrate us. To release all the hate and suffering we try to fight.
The dark creature wins.