LOVE OF A FLOG

I confront the world with loneliness.

The world is ruthless, absurd, indifferent to us,  and plunge many good people into the bottom of deep wells, unleash many bad people  in the field. I’m afraid of the day my beloved world bares its fangs. But I know that I'm not the only one who has fear.

The person who passed me in the back alley.
The person who lives quietly under the bridge.
The person who was arrested for irreparable crime.
The person who sheds first tears on the podium.
The person who reads back the love letter at midnight.
And someone like you who sleeps beside me like a kitten.

We are all standing alone with loneliness and fear.
If so, why would I not love this world?