Mind Nomad Writing

from this angle we can clearly observe the distorted and destructive tild of this orbit. an endless motion set in place by an unrelenting mission to conquer and obliterate. the blood shed in mindless aggression under the guise of this cause casts a violent hue over our shared existence. the eerie and deafening silence that now pervades was purchased with the lifeblood of generations and can never be redeemed. the persistent clanging of rhetoric is all we have to fill our awareness. the ongoing deluge of propaganda immerses and numbs the senses into submission. we are left wandering in substanceless wastelands and we are left wondering whose version of progress we are meant to accept. if this unreality is destined to consume us all, will we ever awake to perceive the parasite that we welcomed into our narrative to begin with? if we have any resurgence within us; if we have any life left to commit to the revolt; if we have any strength with which to riot it will involve the swift and sharp motion of the piercing scalpel blade. we must eradicate this intruder; we must cut out the disease. 

the ground we traverse shifts and fails below our foot. roots search the whithered earth, desperately grasping for any trace of life. the soil is pumped full of sedatives and anxiolytics, substituting as the new inspiration, filling the reservoir with an abundant supply of complacency and unanimity. lungs fill will toxic, caustic air but these vessels have become accustomed to this chemically laden intake. eyes battle the searing glare of an uninhibited and ever expanding blaze but we have learned to travel without sight. instead we rely on the absence of sound that permeates the void of this wasteland to direct our steps. a thick and hollow silence, with the occasional whisper of crackling flames, has become the soundscape of our existence. the harbinger of danger that alters any path is that of speech as words are quickly followed with the peril that again begets silence. skin is battered with intense and scalding heat followed in rapid succession with blistering cold. skin has become accustomed to flaying to reveal muscle and bone only to return to form having developed new patterns of detecting and managing the atmosphere that envelops body. a body that has learned to subsist on the charred remnants of memories in a mind that oscillates between a cacophony of discord and numbing noiselessness. when called to account for this progression, will it be seen as adaptation or mutation? or could it be that all was destined for desolation?

#i am. Confront. OBEY. embRACE