06.11.2019. ink&rage excerpt.
You had no idea how good you had it.
Everyone stays just long enough to wind me up
Before they ditch.
And you immediately feel like you’re stewing in day old resentment.
The stupidest emotion--
A pure waste of emotion--
With a stale taste on your tongue.
Drifting, drifting in oblivion.
My reality seems more reliable than this wonky crap--
People drifting around, half awake,
Smiling at destruction swept under the rug.
House of the dead.
It always seems the case
When your realities don’t connect.
Everyone takes their own truth so seriously.
Everyone takes their own truth as fact.
There is no fact.
There’s opinions, perspectives, and a consensus with certain thing that the power players agreed upon as fact.
People love their boundaries.
People love their rules,
They think limitation keeps them grounded.
The people are so frantic to be secure and grounded.
As if they will float away like a balloon in the sky and be lost from all sense.
No, fools—you’ll be elevated.
You may kiss enlightenment, if you’re lucky.
Then drift on down to the damaged earth, with a little magic in your pocket
And the taste of higher consciousness on your lips.