Why do I feel I cant
connect with the world
anymore.
I use to appreciate
and share its wonders
colors, arts
cute animals
and innocence.
Fluffy clouds
spiraling to a
new enchanted
kingdom as far
as I can see.
Hearing the
delights of
cries of doves
forming and
flying in the sky.
This is a perfect
vision, not something
tainted and blurred
by the cold reality
is more scary and
hard to face anymore
and see wars, famine,
poverty and death on
the TV.
Is there any
goodness really
left: sometimes
I just give up
and dwell into
my own bubble
at least I feel safe
in there but then
I see a stranger someone
unknown help a fellow
person in need. Sharing
warmth of a coffee
and offering food
to someone with
very little except
a smile which just
one gesture, one deed
makes this existence
all the more worthwhile.