Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Storm



It’s not just from the sky that the storm comes. Down on earth the world around us seems to be crumbling. We watch in horror and indignation while villains govern countries and the worst of us take the streets to honor old horrendous traditions that we thought are abolished. We don’t need to fret about terrorists, we need to worry about the neighbors that wait in silence till they think they are justified to spill they hatred for other races, religions and sexual preferences.
It troubles me. In fact it terrifies me that the world did this turn. A turn so bad we need to fear again, after so many decades, that our liberty is at stake.
What can we do? What can I do?
I read so many awful words spilling from Facebook friends, so much anger toward everything, no fear of offending, no fear of hurting, no fear of been wrong, just merciless words, cruel thoughts, a need to hurt that tells me of souls been lost, sentiments turning dark.

The need to close myself in a cocoon is strong. My home is a safe place. The solitude is a blessing. The world is not safe anymore.