We are but vessels in the night, carried by the thoughts and dreams of our past, hope begins to erode, as visions of the future crumble. We strive for connection, but fail to connect, fear becomes our light for escape, but it’s a trap that leads to slavery. Chained to the false sense that we are alone.
To look past the mask and see the person is what makes one free. What is their story? How were they formed? What experiences made their wary heart? Alone, alone in the dark, where fear becomes the daily routine, numb and normal does its sounds become. Where is the hope? Where is the song? Who will rescue them from the end that looms in their mind? End is all they seek, waiting for its grip. They cannot escape it; they cannot win. Lost, they become in the endless shouts of their minds. Their cravings become the peace that cycles their bitter heart, leading their soul to a place of darkness that no one dares to be, yet they find false comfort in its presence.
Kindness is the tool to heal; empathy becomes the brace that brings them up. To stand on the hill as one, united by a joy of being human. Where peace becomes the goal of all. To live a life free from bondage and free to connect without fear and without pain. To understand the mind and heart of a stranger is to start the path that leads to a better future. Passing its baton to others, we unite as one.