Day to day
Their faces were amalgam. Their voices, their bustle, was static. Like a broom being dragged across rough concrete. They seemingly moved as one, one mind, one force. But they disregarded one another, so completely. I was amongst it all, but so insignificant. I saw their cruelty as they danced, and I mourned the unity they had so falsely performed. But then, a light. Like a forgotten voice from a past I had not yet lived. It reminded me that this life need not be so full of resenment. Embrace your fellow man, lead by example, and others will surely follow. "If you do this, then the world is surely blessed. For it has known your love". The tears are no longer bourn of sorrow, but of the beauty of the unity that binds us all. I will carry this with me, for a time, I think.