Ramblings of a lost mind.

Your heart is beating, slowly ever faster. Each sound vibrates within your ear louder and louder until all you can hear is the crying of your own soul. No one understands you. Not your family, not your friends not your neighbors or church members. The mirage in front of you is cracked in the middle, so your face is distorted to a view that only few can understand.  What is this thing called life? A transient butterfly, formulated for only a brief moment. Cocooned in a vast ignorance of morphed tranquility. You bring it to your lips. you only need to swallow. But at what price? What price must you continuously lose your humanity. 

Humanity? that is a question isn't it? Repulsive, faded wretched bushels of tears, blood and sweat. The only thing by which a person’s worth now revised into green. Paper green. Is for this we have sold our souls? In the end what do redeem ourselves from? Questions, questions only questions, from a rabid mind.

You bring it to your lips, yes...but do you swallow?