Save me from this suffering. Let blood fill my stomach to be purified from this curse.

My tongue, ripped out
All reason, lost

To have my mind torn asunder and my words loosen freely, to and from the wind… like osmosis.

Waves brushing to shore; never staying and always leaving.
Never departing, but always coming to a close. like breathing

Static in its dance
Always moving within itself

Never Stagnant in its System– Full of Change

I do believe that it is in this truth of reality that we find hope

That is to say it is in this truth of reality that we find meaning. Within Meaning we find Being. In Being we find Consideration. With Consideration we gain Perspective. Using Perspective give us Awareness. It gives us consciousness.

That is Life