I Write
It’s natural... the fight to survive. The battle to want to have your next breath. It’s we humans who have built a facade to suggest it should be something else.
It’s instinctual... to fear the unknown. The belief that the other could be danger. It’s people who have made the extreme seem tantalising and change appealing.
It’s animal... to own what is yours, and grip it with all of your might. It’s humanity that has suggested commonality and community are equal to happiness.
It’s Darwinian... to kill in order to reign. It’s pretty little lies told to soften the blow of reality that paint a picture of love.
It’s instinctual... to fear the unknown. The belief that the other could be danger. It’s people who have made the extreme seem tantalising and change appealing.
It’s animal... to own what is yours, and grip it with all of your might. It’s humanity that has suggested commonality and community are equal to happiness.
It’s Darwinian... to kill in order to reign. It’s pretty little lies told to soften the blow of reality that paint a picture of love.
