In your absence, my body feels like it’s decaying—every part of me is in pain... My mind doesn’t receive anything but you.

People don’t think about
how much they hurt others,
but about how much pain
they themselves feel…

They don’t think about
how much they’ve truly lived,
but about how much
they have died inside…

When was the last time you looked at where your feet stepped,
just to save the life of an ant?
Maybe people aren’t as good as they think they are…