My World

No my world does not revolve around me, my world revolves around the molten orb of edible gold that is my sun that floats high in my candy blue sky. In my sky, clouds of condensed dirt and steam crawl around. They never know where they want to go:
"Should I leave a trail of acid rain over Russia? Should I take a trip to Mexico? Or maybe I should just see where the wind takes me…"
These mounds of fluff and whatnot never have a specific shape; only the inhabitants of my earth can say what they are. They can never agree about anything. They disagree about the shapes of the sluggish piles of pollution in the sky. It could be about the shape of themselves or the shapes of others. They are all like bickering chicks and I, the hen, have no control over them. They fight and stab and ell until one or the other dies. They tend to bleed an intriguing reddish-black color that tastes like ash and smells like copper. They bleed it into my rivers, which flow into my oceans, which evaporate into my skies to form my clouds, which then rain back down onto my people.

My people do not always fight; in fact I have seen some that desire to stop the fighting. I see them walking and talking without yelling and hurting one another. They do these things and many others, which I cannot comprehend no matter now hard I try. They give what they call hugs and kisses. These things, even though they take place on my globe, they leave me puzzled every time. They show "affection" to the ones they "love", what are these? I have seen these since my birth and yet I still do not know their meanings. I do not understand how these people can survive in this odd world where many stronger than them are so easily killed. Is it their "love" that protects them? I do not know. Maybe I should become like those that my people call scientists. Maybe I should find the concrete meaning of "love". Or maybe I should just observing them while I can, wait for the end.

I do not know what to do in this crazy, cruel, and aggravating world, my World.