What was war?
A three lettered word that could obliterate everything. War tears people apart, even those who were once close as brothers. Victims of war are constantly drowned in tidal waves of guilt, regret, and pain. Pain isn't simple; it's physical, emotional, and mental; all victims of war feel all three types. In war, nowhere is safe. Nowhere.
Every financial product (shares) I have found is greenwashing, especially in the financial sectors. As an example:
A: We plant one tree for each tree we chop down!
B: Don't hardwood trees take a long time to grow?
A: Yes, so we plant a different species that grows faster!
B: So it's the wrong food for the animals and it still takes ages to grow?
A: Ha, yes, that's the best the market will do though, we are the most ecological company. It makes new habitat.
B: Are the trees in the same place as the ones that were chopped down?
A: No, they are hundreds of miles away.
B: So it's a bit similar to me demolishing a bit of your house and building (very slowly) a replacement hundreds of miles away where you had no access to food and every other thing you need?
I would dedicate my every song to you, think about you even when I would be dreaming. I wanted you all to myself. This was neither love nor obsession; it was the fear of losing you, losing you forever. This fear of mine is what brought us together and now I am afraid that this fear is also going to the one to make us fall apart from each other. Just the thoughts of being away from makes me quiver; I hope you never leave me alone because then this fear will turn into hatred and abhorrence.
The poison was made to mimic an efficient virus, to spread illness rather than kill the host fast. It made the host aggressive and emotionally indifferent to others, enough to make them a sort of social poison machine. A few drops here and there and the decay set in, a sort of race to the bottom, survival of the nastiest.
Moss-laden bricks of grey-orange, fitting as guards on the threshold. Behind the fool’s-ancient wrought-iron gates. Where rows upon rows of crumbling mounds stood in various interpretations of upright, their pores bathing in light from an ill moon, ailing. Porous trees hunched over most of the void spared by the sickening light’s expanse, plunging the rest in healthy shadow. The place echoed.
To enter, I must skirt around a pile of wet leaves. Today there is no weather; there is no wind, just howling. The temperature is of a mild apparition and so I hear the winds company more so. The leaf barbs that bar nefarious entrance are of little consequence to my apt overage and the grey-orange guards do little but deposit their dust upon me and my cloth.
Upon the sea-washed sand runs a Stafforshire Bull Terrier; in his gallop is the joy of the free heart. He dances at the edge of the waves fully knowing it is his choice to either wade deeper or return to the safety of the shore.
Waking up can be really harsh, especially if your dreams are better than reality. The saddest part of it is, though, that eventually even the memory of your dream will fade - if you are even lucky enough to remember it that is. Then you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that you ever had the dream to begin with.
Perhaps it is time to point out the stupidity of anti-Semitism. Firstly, for the anti-semite, is their objection genetic or faith oriented? For if advantageous genes allowed Abraham to communicate with God, then by now they must be widespread in every population on Earth that is not isolated, that is what happens to genes that give an advantage. These genes would thus be in people of all faiths and ethnicities, and perhaps arisen again de novo by mutation. We might see them manifesting in our writers and artists, our social movers and in those who promote love and cooperation, how fitting for God's "chosen people." Or, if the antisemitism is faith based instead, then how do they think Judaism differs from all other religions? Perhaps the most celebrated proponent of love, certainly in the west, is Jesus, who was a Jew, as were his family and friends. So on what is this unholy hatred based? Is it a form of envy? Does it really take so little to bring out the genocidal behaviours of humans? Moreover, if these ideas cannot be articulated in a comprehensive way devoid of fear triggers then what is it but basic thuggery?