Feeling troubled in a relaxed state.
As if my entire being is conflicted with.. being conflicted.
Hearing silence in screams,
and echoes in a vacuum.
And peace in chaos, and emptiness when filled.

As if the glass isn’t half-full, but it’s not half-empty.
It’s, half. Of the other half.
And without each other, they wouldn’t exist.

Broken phones, with the clearest sound.
Broken voices, speak loud.
Louder than bellows and bombs, and terrorist threats,
and bombs, and accusations, and bombs,
and dying people, and us.

We kill,
without intending. Or, at least, you believe that,
they don’t deliberately, intend to spin media to suit..
them?

We’re at war with each other, at ourselves.
Ourselves are at war with others that are at war,
with themselves.
And we do nothing to mend, but everything to
antagonise. And we always, always, get a chain reaction.
Because that’s how we function.

We destroy the world, and only once our actions,
are reciprocated on us,
do we wish we mended, instead of antagonise.
And only when it suits us, will we see that.
And only when it’s too late.
Will we see that.
We are our own enemies.
Because we put everything we love at risk,
by forgetting what Peace is.
And by neglecting our fellow man,
because to you, they are not your fellow man.
But a man below, the fellows.
A man deemed unworthy of the fellows,
due to societal tags bestowed upon him,
by the fellows.

An equality that has never been too equal.
A purpose that has never been deemed purposeful.
A state in which we kill to create,
we destroy to rebuild. We rest in chaos,
because this world was made by man,
and destroyed by us.