The Beautiful Chaos

The beautiful chaos

I look at the earth from afar; it is blue, small, isisignificant among the beautiful chaos.


The People of the earth wake, another day, off to do their daily duty’s, exchanges of paper shall be made, they all move at a very fast pace, yet they know not their destination.

The beautiful chaos.


Structures must be built, others need to be destroyed, wars too, must be declared for we must protect against the enemy, yet some some wars are never declared, we know not who the enemy is.

The beautiful chaos.


I see, those who might be called wealthy deny the poor, I see, those who might be called poor wish to be wealthy.

The beautiful chaos.


I have witnessed the most humbling acts, while looking away from horrible atrocities.

The beautiful chaos.

A new born child enters this world, while at the same moment in time, another’s life is extinguished, surly to soon, too soon.

The beautiful chaos.


I resign myself now, to sit, to watch.


The beautiful chaos.

It's bloody gorgeous, isn't it.