Ruthless World

Sometimes I wonder how ruthless the world really is. Is it so ruthless that a woman so kind and so lovely had to cry and cry on the phone every time she takes a breath, a breath that’s supposed to calm her down, replaced by drips of small water coming from her kind eyes. Is the world really that ruthless to us that another woman has to stay in hospital not because she’s physically sick, but because she’s got no control of her stress and her husband would go away if she doesn’t admit herself? Is the world really that ruthless that a woman had to cut her arm over and over again until she bleeds to release her anger that the world has given her that made her hate herself, for the pain so that she can feel again? Is the world really that ruthless to a woman that suffers because of her horrible past of being raped, misused, molested, that created fear in her life, that she prefers to not have a ruthless world in her life again or even not have a life again? Is the world really that ruthless? Is the world really that ruthless…

Erlangen, 8/10/21