It\'s there - I see it, that apathy no one names when they advise you to brace yourself for adulthood.
Is it so ridiculous to consider the real world as lacking compassion? That it\'s most expected to treat one another as members of an animal species rather than the human race.
That the world is full of wolves undermines the sympathies a pack shares among its weak and feeble - youth stewarded by the strongest of the pack, and nurtured by its mothers.
Since when have we become so superior, so above canines that our treatment reaches its roots beneath the ground under them, consuming their dead?
We are as vultures; flighty, peckish, shrewd, famished with what likens bloodthirst in terms of devouring the bones.
You will be called kind by your friends but all the rest will project their cruelty. You may consider the people as a whole its merit, and individuals with their greatest virtues
But, ultimately, the share in one\'s truest and godliest form remains reserved to a sort of love fed only by the Savior between two lovers bound by a union contained within the sanctimony of the Church.
Perhaps this is why we crave that serendipitous romance; not as an act of love itself but the relation of one to another in all the things we cannot find elsewhere besides ourselves.