🌐𝙱𝙴𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳- 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚜

Where do I stand amongst soil, blood, and soul- amongst trembling hand and pounding hearts- what willing despair has befallen us, freedom to choose amongst the rows of poisons and vices to make our existence some vile spectacle to see through blurred stinging lens, fingertips burning and eyes screaming, hand in hand burrowing into the flesh in suffocating grip we find refuge as the caress hardly suffices. Tears drool down dry trembling lips seeking some godforsaken kiss of solace one denies needing and apologizes having received, fearful of wanting- relying, asking, being dependent, by god how quickly you have grown- and grown too soon- built atop poor grounds and fragile support beams- you have not grown- rather stacked experiences haphazardly like a child with blocks- towers tall but doomed to collapse under it's own weight- because too young and afraid you were to understand to assert basic needs- and too young to know that you are not supposed to know how to live, the world has failed to teach but has not failed to demand, leaving no mason of or for the soul- hand me the mortar and trowel- because I'll be damned at this age for asking to another to assemble- hand me the tools, pass them around, we are too far out to rebuild without undermining everything- so let us build upon the exterior until it can substitute and hide the initial design- and let the masses be blinded by your creation. 

-Sentient.B