Ashes
I’ve always wondered why everything’s ashes are always black and gray when they burn; it is all just as hot, cold, black, and lifeless in the end. No matter how ugly, vulgar, ignorant, or evil anyone’s existence once was they will all share the same fate.
All my meaningless life I have pondered the thought that despite how beautiful, pure, intelligent, kind, or innocent one being is it burns equally as black as everything else, yet nothing in this treacherous and glorious world is truly innocent.
I now realize how horrid the depths of every presence is and how much vile sin exists in and among us. I suppose that’s why everything burns in the identical flames and is left as the inevitably shameful pathetic ashes; tis such a sad world.