raincrystal
Every day there are people in the streets. In cars. Riding buses or trains. We call them citizens. Citizens of city X, Y, or Z. We are all citizens of our country, of our world. And yet we treat each other so differently. So inhuman. What happened? Why did we become this way?
There was once a time my people loved to watch the night sky. Filled to the brim with stars and planets. Until the showers started. It was like sparklers falling to the ground, not particularly harmful. They grew bigger with time. Our ways of life changed, until we lived underground and no where else.