Should we feel guilty for other people's life decisions?
Is guilt an intricate part of human relations so much that to really care for someone means we ought to feel guilty if we can't be there?
I will write a series of random words:
Purgation
Ligation
Abortion
Creation
Mind fart, they call it:
It stinks
It reeks
Of silences
Of off-beat hellos
Of punctuated goodbyes
Of unborn lives
And dying friendships
To lives torn apart
To roads not taken
We are guilty
Why?
Because we are responsible for each other.