Animal Kind in A transparent lockbox

There are things that I am beginning to think will haunt me forever. They aren’t even things that I did, but injustices close to me, whether emotionally or geographically. Things that happened years ago that made me sick and sent me into a depressive spiral still have that power over me when I learn more about them. Things that I can’t help but picture in horror when I close my eyes. I cannot shake some of the horrors of the world that I have seen and heard of. Sometimes my imagination is worse than reality, Truthfully, there is a collection of things that I don’t think will ever leave me, the scar tissue will forever reside on my soul if I’m lucky and the wound doesn’t stay open forever. I tried to pretend that the world was different than it is, I tried to drink with hopes of forgetting, and I tried to talk it through, but each method led back to the same wallow and guilt. To look at the human race, realize we are still just animals, and yet be unable to let go of the atrocities that happen, or ever comprehend how or why. To go to the places where awful things happened, see inside of lives that no longer are, and be implicated in the experiences of others will forever reveal the darkest secrets of mankind.