
these words of longing ,our time lost timeless wandering, taking charge , beyond all reason, falling far beneath the surface, our loss so large.
secret doorways, mystery awaits, fear in waiting, we hesitate fire dissolves, as all erupts around us, taking control, spirits broken.
To disappear, make haste from these wounds, crossroads await, broken glass, disfigured face. Hidden memories, bubble up, from beyond, to arise from our slumber, to fade leaving no trace.

Doing everything, except really seeing what is going on. So much distraction, deflection, anything but face the reality of the price they have had to pay. That we all have to pay, when we turn away from nature. Losing ourselves in artificial sights and sounds. Until we end up fearing, what is the real medicine in our world. It's just so feckin crazy. So I will keep writing about it, because at the end of the day it helps to keep me sane.









