Tracing the path to higher consciousness with trembling toes and withering eyes. beyond the picket fence I saw the very essence of human suffering.
An abyss of deceit and I was just staring. within arms reach but something stopped me from lending myself to an almost hopeless cause. it was my skin, my flesh. and boy had it been some time; the rigidity of bone holding my arms in place. But as I reached towards these dying people my skin just couldn't reach.
So I reverted back to my ethereal self continuing this journey, trying to blur the overwhelming of the cries around me. but my intentions are not so selfish as they seem; how could I spread peace to others without having found my own?