The view of my eyes turns grey.
Vision focused on the ground beneath.
Head nearly dropping onto the cold floor, gradually freezing my body.
How can a heart become this heavy?
How can a heart feel this heavy without changing its weight? 
An unbearable weight that slowly crawled into my life.

My heart aches, it expands in pain, suffering, thinking about the oppressed, the forgotten, the enslaved.

Silent screams leave this body.

Knees crashing onto the floor and slowly, I lose connection with what made my heart thrive.
How can people ignore their suffering?
How can people watch and support those responsible for entire genocides?

Are hearts not meant to love and feel compassion?
Then why do we show endless love to friends and family but not a hint of care to the suffering people who we share so much with, especially this planet and the challenges of our future? Every person our heart holds dear was once a stranger.
What makes one stranger different from another?

Who taught us to hold some strangers close, give them endless chances, excuse any kind of behavior yet shut our eyes to unknowingly kind hearts? They don’t fit into these ugly bubbles we polish each day, right?
Read the news, femicides, countless women being murdered. Not by strangers we fear but by those we love and hold dear.
Are you sure about your strangers?
Where is your love now?

How can hearts not become heavier than minds can cope with? We witness entire peoples being annihilated, robbed of their basic human rights. How can we shed no tears as people are being treated like chess figures on the board of global politics?