Ready for sleep; only to wake up and be dragged into another day of suffering and injustice.
Why don't cats rule the world, so it could be as gentle as they are?
Exhausted. Drained. Worn in ways no one has ever been. Yet, we remain. Day after day, we fight not only to save lives but to survive ourselves under a sky that knows no peace and within walls that tremble with injustice. We're running on empty, but we refuse to give up or surrender.
We are clinically dead
On paper, we are either dead, wounded, kidnapped, missing, or forever subjected to genocide and dehumanization and human feelings being extracted from our ribs!
Death here costs us everything, and it does not need much, just continuous terrorism from a bloody occupier and a few Nazi superpowers.
