scars heal

I think childhood scars might never heal. So, I simply learn concepts of love through brokenness. This is not a pity party piece because I am not the only one in pieces looking for peace. Peace is not real is seems like chaos or the painful feeling that there is more out there but one will never grasp it because that would require something more concrete then a feeling or idea.

They Lied

They lied when they said that this is a happy life. Happiness is myth. Is this morbid? Mostly melancholy riff rooted in realness or are the feathers that were once thought to be wings simply chains that have capitulated to the notion that there is more out there?

countless

Countless will move through life anonymous. Lost in the myth of possibilities holding tightly to the possibilities that something tomorrow will provide clarity to so much of what seems pointless. Arrows pointing in all directions but the directions still hold no answers to destinations that will plug up holes of meaning. Meaning or the reality that this is devoid of meaning and no accumulation of materials will allow for peace to materialize.

search/love

The search for love. To feel love and that one's presence is meaningful in someway. It is this drive that I think has the potential to drive one mad. Maddening it is to feel unloved or more importantly incapable of feeling the love by loved ones. One's impacted with this affliction lie on the outside of normalcy. And yes love is socially constructed.