When it's dark
There was a time when I believed that humankind was actually what it implied-kind, caring, full of compassion. But the older I get, the more I find that the world is more difficult to understand than just the concept of one simple word that was supposed to be our sum. We are not always good or generous or thoughtful or considerate. We are a mix of heaven and hell, torn between the two spheres. I recognize the hate because it lives in me. I recognize the love because it lives in me. I recognize that we are all battling wars within ourselves, so how could there ever be peace on earth if we can't even bring peace to our own cells? Caged in torment by flesh and bone.
No. I don't think so.