Often times the world feels as if it is going to end.
And sometimes I want that perception to end.
I then want to befriend, every human.
I stop what I am doing, strategize, and drink coffee.
Because it feels like my soul is falling.
I no longer cry, no, I am not so naive.
It just feels like I am dying, and the world is ending.
Panic, silent hysteria, and mystified care.
God, wiped away my spiritual tears, erases my fears, and propels my motivation for a sincere succession of blessings.
