There it is: the divide in the world, existing at once. One soaked in comfort, the other in suffering. A small world within a world, where privilege and pain brush shoulders.
To bear witness (between the light and the dark, between beauty and sorrow, between the ones who have and the ones who hunger-) is not enough—but to turn away is not an option. So I stay here, open-eyed, heart tender, refusing numbness.
We must not let the ache vanish into the scroll. We must stay awake. Stay focused.
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