The world is broken.

Not because it was designed as such,

But because it holds the broken.

No,

I cannot lie and say I am unbroken.

We all are in one way or another.

Selfish here.

Jealous there.

Angry with the universe.

Inborn hatred.

And yet we expect the world be better.

Like our actions should not have consequences.

That the world does not remember.

I remember and you remember.

All so we might be better.

Trying to make the line between earth and heaven just a little bit thinner.