That’s exactly what they wanted to happen. That years… decades… centuries down the line People would not only *not* remember who they are, and where they came from… But uprooted like weeds, the ones they saw in disgust… disdain… yes,
You Are Us

That’s exactly what they wanted to happen. That years… decades… centuries down the line People would not only *not* remember who they are, and where they came from… But uprooted like weeds, the ones they saw in disgust… disdain… yes,
The rusted funnel of my consciousness wanders among the clouds of mid-morning’s knowing, and only the butterfly understands the tunnel of lightness that has opened, that has swallowed me whole, resisting nothing, saying nothing, holding only the knowledge of trust