Justice is served

Over the weekend we were taught a lot about ourselves, we discovered that the world is greener on the other side. Instead of living boxed in we’ve learned that we ought to keep our clothes boxed in and prepare for the next trip, we learned that blood is all we ever needed in order to become better versions of ourselves. Holding tight to doubt and remorse won’t build our dreams for us.

At times we tend to worry less about the future, when we’re reading bedtime stories to our anxiety we’ve noticed that we’re actually free and constantly cage ourselves with meaningless company, the gum under our shoes which claims it's part of the shoe.

We do not worry about putting food of the table nor do we worry about who’s going to be there when we cheer victory or stare at walls in remorse, we worry more about the future, what we leave behind, a true legacy or a victim of a brutal mob.