reach

when i see prosperity or the crazy lengths of privileged boredom i imagine how it looks through eyes of starvation homelessness the pain of working hard to barely live a point of shame you know they used to make thick castle walls hold court in refinement while children begged in the streets how i see…

saved

we don’t say ‘thank random events’ we say thank God i couldn’t tell you the degrees of mystification they are supposed to be adults these ones these parental stands so i feel sorry for the past multiplied levels of fear are we open-eyed? what is knowledge if it doesn’t bring you peace what is superiority…