this world is a confusing place, at best. at worst it is a hellish nowhereland, where we drum sense into ourselves hoping to cast out the demons. we use intoxicants to give ourselves a vision of a place beyond it. and then. then we grow on the faith of those dreams, construct a place we think we are safe, till it all comes down in a stack of straw. the angels still live above, calling down, and we cry upwards that they still don't see the deal as it went dirty behind their backs.
Volatile Life. replicants of times before, where is my heart in all of this? i've lost sense of everything. M. says, what i would have said. no kids, no peeps, no problem. chaos of life prevails, love rules all, with an iron fist or no. the gentle times come right after so who cares? there are always worser wolves, and so you get caught in a laberynthe that only spirals downwards. above sunlight, somewhere. who ever said there is justice in a deck of cards? so we let the hands play where they will, regardless of ourselves, after all, we are just one card, and definitely not a queen.

but then the pawns come in. small, ignorant of what the kings and queens chose for them. playing out the needs of their soverenty. imitating the wants of their elders, sacrificial game for all but the most cautious of heart. we are the reverberations of all that has come before us.