So many words to describe the world.
All those words to describe what we have done to it.
Big words to praise it.
Little words to apologize.
The world does not care about words.
The world does not need words.
It is all but colour and shapes.
Until it is no more.
Month: March 2025
I don’t mind crazy.
I just can’t work with stupid.
I am not here to amend my own life in some way.
I made peace with all my failures.
They are complete and my own.
War is coming
Maybe it is the inclined heads.
Maybe the empty eyes.
People are getting angrier.
More wary.
So much wealth, so much despair.
The shift in interests.
It is in the details.
Everyone feels it.
Knowledge without a name.
Cruelty lurking in the shadows.
A direction to be scared of.