All we want is love.
Yet all we do is portray someone other than ourselves.
We even cause hurt to bite through each others’ souls.
Allowing it to wash away every sense of compassion we were once capable of holding.
Possibilities then seem impossible.
Doors seem to shut right before us.
Losing all sense of integrity and respect for oneself, we become unworthy to trust.
Telling ourselves we are unloved and not wanted.
We trust no one.
When really, we have the entire world in the palm of our hands.
When really, we are quite a remarkable creation.
We are fair.
Faith seemed to have disappeared from these hands.
Faith also, seemed to have never existed to begin with.
Fragile this world is.
Fragile are our little hearts.