Anger

Where did the sane go?

The whole world seemed to be nuts already.

I feel that as if I'm sitting in a place and watching the whole world pass me by. No compassion, no hands reached, all are selfish and like the flower in the Little Prince, everything is about ME.

Is this world getting any better? This depraved world? This world where mercy is laughed at, where unbelief divides man, where the journey to the end of your life is turning into a mere road trip?

This noisy world. THis world that is learning to speak...opinions are voiced and complaints flooded the editor's desk.

When you want something so badly, you thought by holding that thing tighter in your hand will make you keep it. But when you open your hand again, the bird is dead, the sand reduced, the flower choked.

Why is the person who is suppose to speak keeps his silence and those who are around are just yakking away?

When is he going to speak?

Will a father lets his child fall of a cliff? Will a father lets his child drown? Will he not reach out his hand to catch his child?

Really, where have the voices gone to?