Welcome to a world full of Hansels and Gretels.
Where are your crumbs? Eaten by crows.
Who will lead us home? Silence.
The more I see, the more mileage under my heels, the more I realize, we are lost.
The hope sweats out of me as I tread with calloused heels through the mire.
The hope, replaced by hopelessness. The hope, replaced by repulsion.
The woods are dank and dark. The gloom consumes the sun.
We are but children desperately clinging to innocence, like a rope to save us from the void.
Out of hunger we eat poisonous berries and mushrooms.
Out of thirst we drink mud.
Out of lust we commit incest.
The sounds this place makes reminds me of sighs my mother makes, when she’s exhausted. When she is spent.
We’re walking in circles. We’re talking in circles.
We’re ridiculous pawns on a merry go round.
We feast on ego. We are fat with an inflated sense of self importance. We are Gods in Goldfish bowls. We are a self righteous punch in the wall.
We are the fattest fly on our own individual turds.
I feel like I’m peeling an onion. The more I reveal, the more I realize how far I am from revealing anything at all.
