What it’s like lurking in the laurels

So disconnected from the world
around, that’s how

everyone seems to function. There are some who are
unbearably aware that we are just bleating being

herded into desolation. We don’t want that knowledge,
nonetheless, it has been thrust

upon us in various forms of illness from abuses to
diseases. From the earth to the flesh. Truth is as delicate as a wilted

flower pedal—touch it too much and it will crumble.

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2 Comments

  1. Blooms
    of life’s dreams
    are made
    of rice paper
    wet them
    with reality
    and
    they will
    melt


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