January 2010
9 posts
I made love, before falling in it.
I saw a country bifurcated by more than just the presence and absence of light, but by lives cast aside and lost and uncared for; the walked away and the thrown-away on one side, and on the other, those who pretended not to see them, because not seeing is easier. And I saw someone forced to walk both sides of the metaphor, to learn that the greatest cruelty is our casual blindness to the despair...
I’ll tell you how the darkness sounds.
Flat line, no pulse, but eyes open, Single file like soldiers on a mission. If theres no war outside our heads, why are we losing?
How easily the heart of man is tamed.