The others are beginning to turn on one another. Their teeth are sharp, but their tongues are sharper. Yet, when one is face to face with one of these others; their actions are as dull as their personalities. Pure defectiveness. Pure waste of human potential. These others try to project strength with their sharpened language. Yet, they know they are the weakest wrung upon the ladder within the pecking order. This is why they are loud; thinking they can project strength. Conversely, they are only projecting their special blend of weaknesses. The others only turn on one another when there is a sense of lack within their atmosphere. When the others get priced out of being able to afford to survive, this is when they become mean, territorial, violent, and psychotic. Protect yourself with and by any means necessary.
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Random Old Men
I know the light never wanted me here. When I go outside to lurk within the societal realm, I will usually spot an old man, quietly sitting by himself. This old man is distant from the others sitting around him, as though he wants nothing to do with them. With the intensity of his thoughts glowing within his eyes; he looks into the distance of time and space. This is the distance contained within the past, or the uncertainty contained within the near future. Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, can be a relaxing moment within one’s life. This can also reveal the emptiness, which has been acquired over many decades from being alone within one’s life. When I see these random old men smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, I know this is quite possibly what my future could look like. Confusion. Fight. Change. Want. Need. Touching. Feeling. Nothing. Not much. Nothing is random. Everything has purpose and meaning.
G.G. Kalfas 