∴ He took off his shirt and,
Took off his mind.
And barely put on
His life on the line.
So when it came down,
To victory or shame
He saw on, or off
They’re really the same. Continue reading✤ On or off, it’s all the same . . .
∴ You know, often times I relish in ignorance, to a degree. I gather into myself, and become stationary in the comfort of self-lies. Like with nature, bark starts to form around me, and I solidify. But every once in a while, something hits you, and you get to stretch, and come back to life. Continue reading✤ To stretch. . .
∴ Light is good. It allows us to see, and provides us with warmth. The hearth, the fire, the sun. . . they are all essential to life.
Still, though. . . sometimes, the light becomes too much. We see excessively, the warmth gets strangling, and we just yearn. . . for some dark, and solitude. Continue reading✤ When the light gets too much. . .
∴ And when our eyes meet they burn, like the blood red sky. . . and the fire, it washes over the psyche, and scorches the boundaries that would see it extinguished. Continue reading✤ The blood red sky. . .