The end?

Six hundred percent faster than before.

This can no longer be denied.

We simply cannot afford to turn a blind eye. 

Our water levels will and are rising.

Polar bears are drowning, starving, dying.

Our atmosphere is chocking, it is suffocating from our greed. 

Our need to build huge factories that only run on fossil fuels. 

Or our need to cut down trees and kill off entire ecosystems in the process. 

Because who needs green energy or those few lost casualties anyways.

Right?

And really, who can even afford that on such a "tight" budget of three hundred and sixty five days a year.

Clearly plastic water bottle plants and oil refineries are much more important than the one place we all call

home. 

The place that isn't even truly our own.

Our planet has become an orbital body,

inevitably spinning into disaster.

And all we seem to do is spin it faster.

I have found myself on the verge of being strangled with fear while fuming with rage.

And it seems as though I am no longer excited to turn the page, because what if the only thing staring back at me after is

The end. 

Author's Note

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