Despite being preoccupied with the daily passings of life
Is it uncanny that the perpetual thought of somewhere else in the world being irremediably destroyed this very moment
the mind?

the same moment where we sit in the comfort of shelter and safety, yet
remain dissatisfied with our own lives

because i can’t quite comprehend it –
whether i should be devastated, or hopeful
whether i feel more irked by the ones who are destroying, or by my ungrateful behaviour
the nonchalance or the hopeless incapability of taking action

full of indulgence and ourselves
yet empty within, as if our souls ceased to exist


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