The Beauty of Humanity

The way you walk down the halls toward the end of your endless journey. What is it about you that makes me love the way you are? The way you whisper in your friends ear, and how you run your hand through your hair. The way you pick up your food and devour it, like your consuming a lost part of yourself. The way you stare at something that intrests you can only be compared to a blazing fire. Consuming all the essense of what is burning and making it a part of the fire. When you sit under a tree silently, your silent words speak a serenity so loudly it defens the ears. Your so at peace with yourself, at peace with everything around you. Its only you thats there and nothing more because you've become one with everything. You cause the wind the blow, and the trees to sway. You cause the sun to set when you leave and the moon to shine. Yet despite all this you try to change the way you are, but you are so perfect the way you are i dont understand why you would want to hide something so beautiful and so perfect from the world? Why would you not want us to stand in awe of your beauty? It should not be imprisoned within yourself it should be allowed to radiate like the sun! It should melt the snow and ice that freezes all of us in an icy tomb.

The Ugliness of Humanity

The phoenix should rise from the ashes of the fire. The freezing prison should melt to unleash true beauty. Your self destruction will set a cold fire to lay waste to all the trees and forests. It will consume all that burns with passion. The halls in which you walk will turn into a damp cave with no exit. Food will run out and you'll be forced to consume pieces of yourself. Everytime you run your hair through your head you will out threads of your beautiful hair. The friend you peacefully whispered too once will not listen to you anymore he shall turn his head. The tree you sat under will whither and die, and just like your hair the leaves will fall off to the choking brown earth dead and lifeless. The serenity you once had will turn into chaos and curruption will infest your body like a virus. The only virus that will be able to consume you is the virus of yourself. All that will remain is a smoky ruin of what was your home and a pile of cold ashes that was once you.

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