The world crumbles around me and I get to watch it fall –
The world turns to hell and I get to watch it burn –

I might plant a tree in the spring.
I'll water it, 
nurture it,
watch it grow.
It'll have shades of green when the world has turned red and brown –
It might be the last thing I plant –
The soil may not even let it grow taller than me,
But I'll still love it –
Because it will listen.
It will listen while the world screams in pain.

The worst thing about being kind is that you expect everyone else to be kind,
and when they're not –
you feel sad and disappointed.
Disappointed because you had faith they would be kind too,
Disappointed because they took your kindness for naïvety,
Sad because they probably hurt someone else even more.

I don't expect everyone on this earth to see eye to eye.
In fact,
that's what makes people so interesting,
but when we start tearing each other apart,
that's when Hell rises and we lose our humanity.