It is the gift of life that has been reduced to a curse by our feeble minds.
Searching for existence, we realize our utter inadequacies.
While born to walk on land, we pray to fly.
We bind our hopes and dreams to love, hoping that this will be fertile land to instill the growth we desire.
We toil unceasingly, never realizing the true simplicity of life itself.
It was beautiful before but we damned it in our hearts.
After the fire burnt the destruction i thought i saw the holy trinity rise above the ashes.