Saturday, December 22

Dear void,
Do u sense a shift in the world revolving? So huge and abrupt that we are forced into ignorance, partly for the sake of our own sanity. Sanctuary is by far beyond our naked reach. But how then do we live in a place not worth adapting? Where sulking is a sign of bliss and joy is a delusion only gods of days gone by could have envisioned and fashioned to the blind and hopeful. Schools of sapien logic taught us that for every crime there is both guilt and innocence but no entity prepared us for the fact there is always a victim. Always. Roll the dice and swear your allegiance. Praise such ultimate wisdom in the eyes of creation. The journey is a race which only the aware win. Truly there is no light as pure. That's just the way it is. Rest well dear heart, for there is nothing you can make of this. Let us dance in the stars for a while, for the night dies too young and too high in frequency.

As white as a lie, As sweet as you.