Log0001

It's been a bizarre day so far but in the darkness of my room I gaze upon the dark sky with its thousands of flashing bulbs switching on and off, pleasuring the mind for an instant. Still, it's the same sky...the same sky anywhere you go; nothing changes except the human heart. The compassion of humanity replaced by greed and power as its ignorance opens wounds on the earth that would never heal and are replaced with grey scabs. It cries in pain and its sadness covers the night sky. It spills its tears upon its skin but the filth still remains as each scab grows with each generation. It cries and cries its deafening voice to no avail. No one listens. No one listens to her pains and sorrows. The blankets of fog blinds our judgment and our hearts grow stiff and hard.