Already Dead

It has been two years, three months and give or take a few days, since I have been shot. Though as the years progress I still fear that the future that I desire for my children to have will be extinct, only recognized as a dream that I once had. The future that consisted of people just being people agreeing to disagree, and a bitter sweet taste of the fruit that grows on the other side of the tree. But the reoccurrences of meeting face to face with the walking dead are beginning to happen far too often now. You are aware that we walk among the un-living? Among people who feel that there is absolutely nothing wrong with hurting innocent people. Among people who find pleasure in a stranger's demise. This species of people no longer possess the emotion to feel, because they are already dead...Somewhere after they lost the innocence that they once possessed as a small child, they became influenced and misguided. And we, you know the ''living,'' some of us have either striven to show compassion, or proven their reasoning for choosing to be without love, to be right and justifiable.  We do this by simply segregating ourselves from the ''strange'' and ''uncommon'' folk that society may or may not evaluate before considering them to be okay to walk on the same brown dirt that most don't even acknowledge. Only by then they are already disassociated with the rest, and have turned to something and or someone that is so common and familiar to how they feel, forgotten and neglected. They become the living dead. Who are we then, if we never attempted to reach out to them fast enough? Though there is only so many tiny hours in a day that you may not see the end of.