heavier heads

heavier heads

A Story by roi

We are not supposed to be a legal system, we were supposed to work with the natural system.

Sit across them and watch; display indifference and seek what matters no more than to know. Ask yourself some things, never hesitate to answer them yourself - as long as, you are sure. Over time, I no longer desire a gun and a pack of bullets, but head-band of flowers and world peace. I realize now, we all feel humility. The human race is one, although torn into shreds through the concept of social separation.
I see not order, but control.
Spread amongst us is a plaque of toxic fumes; invisible to the eye. Not now, not under these conditions, at least. I open mine from the age of 15, and I see what even an elder man cannot see. What stands before me is not a broken vase, but a broken mirror. I reflect the world, the world reflects me. What stands before me, is potential. As one planet behind its peers, I come to the conclusion that if crossing the divide and feeding the public more than just political, constitutional and fashion statements - if not at all, we could replace the hormones slipped into our meats with a little more soul.
Then maybe, just maybe, our hearts can grow lighter than our heads.

© 2014 roi

Author's Note

Facebook fights sorta get me to rant. I mean, it's nothing very elaborated, it's actually just...more word vomit.

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Added on April 23, 2014
Last Updated on April 23, 2014
Tags: nature, mother nature, earth, the system, humanity, people, opinion



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