I get caught in thought and wonder at the number of individuals lost without cause to impact the world. I am perplexed at how were still intact with such lack of how we interact. I watch how we provoke another, how broken we are and feel hope crumble troubled by my inspiration : devastation . communications shattered so that understandings battered and beaten to the point where recognition of whats implicitly depicted in this version of opinion seems only superstition to those limited by perception preconceived by ideas of reality and all matter so deceptively intimate but nevertheless ignorant unable to grasp the gathering of a wider sense or universality stuck basing everything off formulation ending like doors shut locking us inside a small room with one light but no windows. can we ever free ourselves or do we embrace shackles and fading light which shimmers before dying out forever?
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 07:11:53 +0000
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