As I stand on the top of a mountain and stare at the world below I see the people of this world suffering. From the rich to the poor, the straight and the gay, the blacks and the whites. All being judge by there color, outer appearance, and their position in life. I don't understand why we as human beings have to judge one another by the color of our skin, or our sexuality. Whether we are living on the streets or in a large house. Whether we are Black, Yellow, White. Whether we like men, women,...
A heart is such a fragile thing it can break so easily. When it does break it's as if the whole world has come crashing down on top of it. The soul and the heart are the only thing a human has to rely on. If the heart is not able to recover, after its beloved world comes crashing down the heart will die and the body will start to rely on the soul. If both the heart and the soul die then the body becomes nothing but a shell, a being that was once there. A heart can only be put back together so many...
