You spit-shined my corroded halo,

Then left it to decay.

sometimes when i say, "i don't want to be here" i don't just mean the place i am in, but this whole fucking planet.

i get a burning urge to scream, punch someone, break something expensive, kick an endangered (and preferably cute) animal, burn a rainforest to the ground, press THE button.

as luck would have it (and this is the big reason i believe in higher powers), i was tasked to do things today that allowed me to listen to my ipod loud enough to be annoying to anyone who might get close, by myself, with the sun beating on my back and the sweat in my eyes.

i can ride my bike with no handlebars...

and:

we rise together, we rise together, we rise together.

back soon when i ain't such an ass, o my beloved non-existant readers.

darth sardonic

Your journey back to birth...

Is haunting you

we get so little of it, o my beloved non-existant readers.

when you look at this existence as compared to the vastness of the ocean, the immensity of a mountain, the power of a hurricane, we are puny.

why is it then that we are imbued with so much power? the power to lift, to smile, to crush, to destroy. how do we find ourselves here, making decisions that branch out like ripples in a pond to affect so many around us.

even pulling off the butterfly wings in japan would cause damage on the other side of the world.

it's so short, o my beloveds. when you think of the thousands or millions of years a chunk of rock being turned into a countertop has been around, how insignificant we become. and when you think of how easily said rock could pulverize us, how fragile.

but we are not puny. not insignificant. not fragile.

we can stand beneath the sun, with the clouds like dollops of whipped cream dropped on glass, the breeze blowing past us, and we feel alive. below our feet, the fire ants crawl, smelly pond scum decays, but with the right mind-set, we will miss all that for the beauty.

we become less unimportant because we create. more than just other lives, we create: art, music, poetry, bunt cake, power steering, the internet, a prettier color for our kitchen. we create love, companionship, concern, compassion, inclusion, warm hearts, smiles, laughter, tears.

o my beloved, hopeful, caring non-existant readers, i pray that today we create more than we destroy.

darth sardonic