Your knife, my back. My gun, your head.

We’re blindfolded, centered only to survive, concerned only with that which keeps us safe. We think nothing of the world around us, and we’re so entangled around what tortures us day by day. Our own shallow lives. So void of compassion for the masses that roam this earth with no where to go, and not one shoulder to cry on and no where to run to. We turn our heads from the helpless.