The process of dying is what makes me living.
Living with unkind humanity.
Death smiles at me.
Like no human does.
Children without…
“Some children grow up to be adults with no story to tell. They’re not owning a story. They only relive and rewrite their parents story. That is the most sad part about generational curses. Children without authentic developed identities.”
M.P.Yasmine
Humanity
The majority blending their being.
In a cocktail of misery and self medicate.
Not aware of the vortex from death.
Bringing them high in oblivion.
And their children even unmindful.
Shallow thinking.
Teaching not feeling.
Until dropping dead in the vortex of true living.
M.P.Yasmine
Understanding
Observing with a clear mind.
Emotionless witnessing.
Is like a place not many visited before you.
Steady, dodging collective pain.
Seeing through humanity.
The humbleness you fall into.
Never to be climbed out of.
Doomed to human kindness.
Compassionate and understanding.
The light in darkness occupied by few.
M.P.Yasmine
Human Kindness
”And sometimes I can’t imagine being unfriendly like a lot of people are.
But then again.
I can’t imagine what they have to go through.”
M.P.Yasmine
Humanity
”We all suffer collective trauma that makes us create.
Environment and ethics influence the decisions we make.”