Mind Nomad Writing

ever shifting and re-aligning; a stable instability. this is the landscape where we fix our anchors, clinging desperately trying to hold on as the axis tilts and spins in a myriad of unforeseen, unpredictable directions. we dig our feet into soil with hopes we will miraculously take root, grow, and thrive under a shower of toxic fallout. today the sun is blotted out, choked, and thwarted by the glory of our endless and eternal haze. tomorrow we fabricate a warm, glowing, metallic sphere to suspend above our heads and we chart our path to the promised land. minds and passions programmed through patterns repeating and then being violently ripped apart and laid bare. flags are flown perpetually at half-mast; a constant reminder of the fragility of each inhale and the inevitability of the long and enduring exhale. we discovered the epicenter from where this outbreak grew. we allied with our assassin and made ritualistic sacrifices to the cavernous deity. with our pious ignorance on display for all to see we heralded the rise of our new empire. a phantom kingdom that fades in and out of view like a fragile mirage that is torched and melts under the weight of the blazing desert inferno. we pledge our lives to the halcyon days of our youth and forge ahead vowing to fulfill the dreams of our ancestors, all while we rapidly burn the filament of our manufactured celestial being.

#i am. Confront. OBEY. embRACE.