I haven't seen that society in what seems like a lifetime ago. This society is as you say hopeless, soulless, full of deceit and lies, anger and rage, and greed and distrust. It is haunting, knowing, fighting or escaping it. But every so often just for a minute there is that beauty, acts of sweet kindness. Last weekend for example. She was divine. Moments in what seems like an eternity of otherwise hell. I would even break my only rule, never see twice, done that too many times, hundreds and hundreds, because it won't be the same. But my god. Alive. Doubt she shared that sentiment, she was simply a much rarer perfect nice, but she's going home, continents away. Back to reality, woke up on Monday, battered by lies, greed, and distrust. Fighting so many battles, they're almost hopeless, waiting to live or die trying.

Metaphors are better stoic. Insulated. It is easier to turn it off than too rat race. There simply isn't any prep for it. Weather out an increasing storm and hope it all blows over, but it won't. I'd rather be hit by lightening if I could only hear silence again. Peace. A society working together, instead of tearing each other apart. And the imminent disasters proceeding from one to the next, as we're simply crushed into blinded obedience.

I haven't seen that society in what seems like a lifetime ago. This society is as you say hopeless, soulless, full of deceit and lies, anger and rage, and greed and distrust. It is haunting, knowing, fighting or escaping it. But every so often just for a minute there is that beauty, acts of sweet kindness, last weekend for example. She was divine. Moments in what seems like an eternity of otherwise hell. I would even break my only rule, never see twice, done that too many times, hundreds and hundreds, because it won't be the same. But my god. Alive. Doubt she shared that sentiment, she was simply a much rarer perfect nice, but she's going home, continents away. Back to reality, woke up on Monday, battered by lies, greed, and distrust. Fighting so many battles, they're almost hopeless, waiting to live or die trying.

Metaphors are better stoic. Insulated. It is easier to turn it off than too rat race. There simply isn't any prep for it. Weather out an increasing storm and hope it all blows over, but it won't. I'd rather be hit by lightening if I could only hear silence again. Peace. A society working together, instead of tearing each other apart. And the imminent disasters proceeding from one to the next, as we're simply crushed into blinded obedience.