WE BEGIN THIS JOURNEY with the world as a place. Figment of imagination? Leave that outside where the gates and gardens fence off the foul and figurative blisters that leave porous the soul. "Individuality" is not only innocent but hardly even born into this world. For the social stigma, most face the lack of individuality in the world population, except as it sees fit to serve, and fit into, some maligned image of the world population....

And so it goes.


                                                                      Sunshine

Sunshine. Let’s take sunshine as an example, a metaphor for all things bright. In reference

to the world as a real place, not a figment of imagination, sunshine illuminates the planet. But of course it does so much more. Plants need the energy of the sun to produce oxygen. The sun can kill with its radioactive radiance. It causes things to live and die.

....and for it do we live.

I

Don't stand so tall, my boy.

Fearsome whispering in the night turns the night wanderer into a shadow of his former self.

Scared of it.

The unknown, the darkness.

The decaying grapes squashing beneath his feet, making nothing wine.

Unearth the soul that is buried beneath

And piles of tales and long-lasting fate

will fourever nourish mortality

On an everlasting popcorn-feasting movie-length

Date.

 

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