Musing

an eye for an eye, in god they trust, killing in the name of.

just whose god, or who is.

if everyone is to end up blind, or partially sighted at best, then in the land of the blind, a one-eyed person holds the reigns.

justify as you testify, but ther

We are what we are, if only we could be happy with that

It was good, and then it went away. It does that.

The darkness creeps in and spoils an almost alright time.

My feet ache, and I haven’t been anywhere. It makes me feel like I am an old man. And

don’t hide from it, it lurks there for a reason. You can find meaning in it. if you dare. It won’t be pretty, and you’ll hate yourself for it, at least to begin with, I hope. If you stare hard enough, you just might see it for what it is. Or maybe yo

Generations lost to cracked screens.

Sharing links to forgotten dreams.

A world on display, curated for our pleasure. 

A world of lies that only sells leisure.

Where do we go from here?

Ai takes us away, we disappear.

The mirror so black we don’t rec

I won’t let them win. They keep trying to get in. to get through the door.  But I aint taking this shit anymore. Kiss the frog.  That is the price I pay. Get these words out. Get them out the way. So that I can move on. I am what I am, so what the he

this is what we get, and we forget. we put it there

or at least we allowed it to happen. we never questioned the result.

we never questioned the questions that got us there.

or maybe we did, and we left the gaslight on.

who knows anymore? the only

when will we cut through our own bullshit and find truth? when will the lies be worked to be undone? It is okay to give in. it’s not a crime, usually.

just because we embody it doesn’t mean it will work. it might not, and that’s okay. It is not about

It is hard not to become numb after a while. Especially when you see no other way, and even the end seems so pointless. Stepping off. 

And for what? Haunting our waking dreams. And depression leads to boredom, and if we are not careful apathy, and in