Narrative

I’m tired of poor Humans. Ones that don’t know right from wrong. Ones that do know and do wrong anyway. 

I will never understand I suppose. I’m not perfect. Far from it. But I know not to hate. To harass. To mistreat. To abuse. 

When you’ve experienced things first hand and know how to survive & transmute the energy, you’re ahead of the game. 

Some become what was done to them. That is a sad existence.