I’ve been swimming in an ocean of thoughts, with people driving themselves crazy over some dissents, and I was there like
“Oh, what we could have achieve is tolerance!”
But we didn’t.
So I sat under a tree of feelings, with mixed berries of words and expressions. People came and passed by me, and they say, stop.
“Stop what you were doing and go home.”
But I didn’t.
That day we all lose something, did we? When we go down the roads hand in hand asking for justice and we went home, and nothing happened…
We lose, hope. But nevertheless. We won, expression.