Scars on the WallSeeing such a young child in such a horrifying state murdered my soul in a split second. I had faced constant tragedies of all sorts, but nothing such as this. No pain was evident on the child; no cuts, scrapes, or bruises of any sort, yet his tight clutch of defense upon himself said otherwise.
I stayed still, kneeled down before the child. I admit I was afraid to take action, to do anything at all. So I was left watching, listening, and waiting, as reality continuously wrapped itself around me with suffocating chains of pain. Silently, I mouthed a wish to the world that I, myself, didn't even understand.
This cruel world that offers nothing but death and pain, this disgusting thing such as existence that throws us to the edge with its vague replies, angers us to no end. It enrages us so much, to the point we take the ultimate test, the test that will truthfully define the border edge between this reality and the ima