[Being human] 013.

The world is made
of sharp lines and
vicious scribbles,
almost as if God
is a toddler, angry at his mother.
Sometimes it will hurt
to live somewhere so harsh.
But between the scrawled lines
there is fragile, beautiful
life.

Advertisements
[Being human] 013.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s