This poem sums up how I feel about 98% of the time. The way I seem to feel emotions and connections a little more deeply than others I meet (especially other men) leaves me feeling isolated and a little crazy. No one seems to understand how it is I can pine more for cats and dogs and trees than for most people, but to me it makes perfect sense. I feel that humanity in general are a bunch of cold, compassion-less idiot monkeys and that "lower" animals have far more innocence and love in their hearts, and so more deserving of our respect. Every time I pass roadkill, and I mean EVERY time, for years now, I always pray for it's safe passage to the beyond. I don't do that every time I pass a cemetery.
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