Life was not made to hurt. Wrinkles were never meant to exist. Heads slumped in despair, wondering, wondering, were never meant to be. Parents should never bury their children. Girls should never give their innocence as lovely as a rose them to men who will stomp on it and leave the petals crushed in the dirt. Drugs were not supposed to eat people's souls, leaving them shrunken with vacant stares where jewels once dwelt.
God, all this pain and suffering and weariness and worry were never meant to exist.
Life should be smiles and laughter. It should consist of hot bread slathered with sweet butter, of warm summer days filled with green grass and brilliant blue skies, of girls in white dresses skipping o'er the earth.
God, you know this. And we, I, pulverized Your perfect world.
Thank you that the story does not end there. Thank you for kites and kisses, all echoing your LOVE for us, for me.
If only it were that simple.
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