Mad world – K. B

 

 

I don’t know what to say, this is a mad world. Mad as in angry, skeptcical.. Our madness is normalized. We refuse tenderness, because it wakes up the human in us, and it is painful to be human in a dehumanized world. Some isolate themselves in their bubble, if they have the means to. Some poor humanists turn mad, are badly seen, become a burden, reach burnout fast. Some forget their dreams believing they are doing the right thing. But no one, absolutely no one turns to God to ask him for the truth. It’s been seven years now that I’m fighting my way through, and still, people believe only what they see! They call us depressed, ingrates, tormented even, but this is damnation. I’ll surely recover my senses by morning, back to the chains of damnation. I just needed to slip this through, in the lonely depth of the night. Not having an insomnia, definitely not. « I see and sing by my own eyes inspired ». Thanks to all who sent me messages of love throughout the years. This is no farewell message, not at all! Hugs and kisses.

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