Our Home

Earth as a bubble full of pain, hunger, death. But outside this bubble we live in, is a beautidul place full of color, hope, amazment, life. Our bubble is crupted unlike the life that surrounds us. Looking up at the moon, stars, planets, sun. I stop and just wish for a hopeful furter that resebles the universe. In that, hope will bloom and breath in a new begging that will make this bubble accually become our Earth. Our home.