weeping.

The story of the world is not about people. It’s 

about a planet that wanted die, but couldn’t

for a very long time. Instead it ate garbage 

and cried, heavily and for many days at a time. 

The story of the world is not about people. It is

about a life destroyed to be in service, despite 

its limits, constant pain and no one to trust. 

Hidden beneath the soil and flowers, overlooked 

in the passing hours, a life that once was loved

has been demolished…by people…by us.