Almost as if the sun stopped reflecting on the moon, the planet had lost any sign of life. Cold nothingness covered me as I watched darkness fall upon my home. I knew that the electrical grid had been completely turned off. No one, not anyone, had any electricity that I could see.
How did it get like this? How did life become such a drag? Who shot up the hamster with amphetamine? Who poisoned the well? Who did it in Palestine? Who’s doing it now? Who got together with the worst of us to come down on our heads? Who put creed against creed and color against color? Who’s making the money from the carnage and ruin? Who’s selling you fear about people you don’t even know? Who did what got blamed on the people we bombed? Who put a boogeyman under your bed? Who made crime so attractive and armed the cartels? Who made ordinary folk into dysfunctional trolls? Who made the cops mean? Who corrupted the priests? Who made one big cluster-fuck nightmare from Round-Up and Ready Whip? Who taught you false history? Who created the river of darkness that runs under the ship of state?
Sometimes, things don’t work out the way you want them to. Sometimes, things hurt like hell to admit. Life has taught me this so far: it’s better to go with the ebb and flow of life’s extremes than it is to fight upstream by the threads of your prideful ego. If you can’t shed that skin, you’ll only find yourself down deep, pitying yourself and wallowing in your darkest of shadows.
Sometimes… Life gets weird. We make all these plans. We hold on to all these dreams. We move around and keep jobs we hate and stay with people who treat us badly… And then something always happens, doesn’t it? Every. Single. Time. And what happens when we don’t allow life […]