Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Way to Live

Is this the only way to live? You see, the confines of the cage are the problem. I see the cage. Thus, I see the prison that I was born into. I can't be free simply by wishing it anymore than prey can pray to be the predator. Predatory ideas about salvation solve, for some, the depression of the unknown. I am not interested in being saved. I just don't want to be condemned.

Monday, July 6, 2015


I can't grasp how finite this is. It is crazy that we will all have an unknown finish line. Is there a long line? Or does the reality of my exit remain closer that it appears? As I peer into the past with regret and relief unaware of the future.