Rambling

The words on paper are sacred

Almost an altar where we burn sacrifices of emotion and bleed endlessly the life of our everyday

With the universe on high raging in its imperfection our words are in moments the movement of light through the darkness within and contain our obsessive search for our lost connection with humanity

Standing shoulder to shoulder with the armies of absolute I can see myself as a transgressor

One who has learned how to render my free will but always in the end takes it back with great aggression

I am one who has no allies in the world except for the occasional stranger who has fallen from grace

A grace only given to those who refuse to submit

Those who have realized there is no strength in numbers but only in ideas

Those who cannot afford themselves the luxury of apathy and complacency even as all they know is changing around them

So these words on paper are sacred while the spoken ones are ever changing

Meaning more or meaning less depending on the writers heart and the readers state of mind

The future

Always in flux

Always unsure

Always there

Reach out and touch it