The longing. The belonging. The symphonic appetite of might versus right. Wrong does not exist when might is starving. Butterfly wings when Nature sings Her songs of goodbyes. Fractured sensations bring about late revelations, of what was always known. The subtle hands of thirsty glands, will pour forth upon one’s stained Life’s sands. The confusion is not a delusion within the realm of substitution, as it is pouring forth the waste and haste from one’s inner contusion. One can feel the essence of Life dripping down from their hand, as the power is thick from within Life’s gland; providing it is being giving a tight enough squeeze. Life will squeeze you at specific times within your Life. This is when you might want to squeeze Life right back. Don’t worry, Life will not take it personally as you always seem to do. Life knows better than that. The human ego always seems to get in the way of one’s Life. Maybe when we stop living through our ego, we will begin to start living Life.
G.G. Kalfas 