It’s some selfish crap, I say. I came from a pretty privileged background with equipped needs in tow. I never went without and yet I was so very sad. No reason particularly though I felt very down when a housewife would confide in me about her loveless life and antiquity youth. Does it make sense then everything is simultaneous and the Neanderthals are too egotistical to perceive this fact-based notion? I say the truth is as true as the color blind see green. However I live a mediocre life full of drink and “good enough.” We are nothing and I am a spec in eroded ground. My mind spins likes a cheap poorly designed carnival attraction. It makes me sick thinking of useless notions in zero gravity. My consciousness has atrophied and my legs are gum.
But I can kick like hell, close me eyes and pretend I’m free from the ruthless gumption of the powerful that know no right from wrong. I am crap because I promised that I would proceed. I believed in a movement forward guided by my auspicious hand. Perhaps the carrot dangles in hope that I would bite and step a lesser path with minimal contempt. I can only hope that the rest of those possessing this awareness can cut themselves out of the mold before it sets.
~~ Photo and Story by MichGev
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