the optimist

Your society will break. it will be no surprises when you fall. The benevolent nature of humans is soon to be extinct. A creature now selfish to the death. No compromise. No love. No beauty. Just function. A landscape tarnished in advertisements for things you are advised to buy by people who invent nothinnessless pieces of discarded shreds of small Indian boys. I’ve seen nothing. I am blind. The world dark. And I smile half the time. I weep the other half and try to comfort. But the adventure. Adventure takes me to hold heads where placement strune across the landscape will teach rivers to become tame. I revel in the madness. I cant wait for provocation and destruction. Chaos warms my soul. To see the eyes of a madman. Un deterred. Spirit infested with horrific glacial crevasses. A death of entrapment. A landscape you would never be able to wonder in. just survive. Elements of touch. Gold. Elements. On the brink of sleep you find productivity. Irony. But stimulants hold you there longer and the dreaming brain is written on paper. Solid evidence of imagination. If only one could truly dream in the day. Activate parts of the spongy matter to fire on all four cylinders. Im in love. I’ve seen potential. I misplaced it. Like a sprinkling of the most precious atoms blown by celestial wind into the vast the cosmos. Trying to find them. Puzzle them back together. Im on the hunt that I know I will die on. Yet I still hunt. There is a larger social network without boundaries in your head. Just learn to listen to the voices. Be comforted by touch. Touching the things you have to keep to yourself. Dark dark caverns. Thought police. Social faux paux. The winds have changed. On my knees I crawl. Rambling effortlessly until the spark extinguishes.