27/M/Buffalo For Life, for observations, for Love, for philosophy, for pain, for politics. For the better of man, for the cure of depression and anxiety, for my brothers and sisters of earth, for my family with or without blood. For the future, for the past and now. 16 followers / 3.5k words
The lie is in the mirror and on our screen. That like button lies to you Social media is a salesperson Each photo uploaded is expired meat Sold as butchers choice. We are all tagged and complacent on the block Glee to be valued and chopped.
Every like charges dopamine into a dope-fiends melancholy viens. I'm high and heart-liked, thus beautiful.
Sometimes beach roads remind me of a journey into another reality. An entry way into spoken word of death becoming real. Colorful tile when I was brought to my knees A baptism in the ocean that I didn’t ask for but needed Flying moths the Mayan people call “signs from traveling souls” Sometimes this place reminds me of death Other times I’m reminded of rebirth