There are days when there's no use in fighting off the ill feelings I get when I look at humanity. Utter disgust for the lack of love in society's eyes. Some days I let it hurt and harden my heart. Consume the rot.

Other days it makes me softer. I stomp the rot like crunchy fall leaves. Some days I am spilling kindness, all smiles and hugs, child-like love and wonder like I've never witnessed the bitterness, the truth.

Today I internalize the brutality and drown in the knowledge that I am powerless. My heart is decaying like a dead dog that I hope I one day find the strength to bury.