tears and bile and sympathy...

"If the young men are not initiated into the Village, they will burn it down – just to feel it's warmth." - African Proverb


There will come a time when you will turn your eyes to the reality of the system of alienation and espionage that will cause that which you jealously hold which no man can own to fall...and may it be before complete ruination. in micro as well as macrocosms...

“A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.” -Greek Proverb

It Feels like...

It feels like being out of sync with one's own pulse.
It feels like a soul in shards .
It feels like time moved on, and you are forever Rip Van Winkle- and yet worse,
you never had belonging and welcome the drink and sleep of oblivion,
what's more... you wished it had lasted longer; that it was all that was.

I know...the atelophobic search for a place and feeling you may never feel you deserve or have earned

there is only this,
and death.