The Peeling:
The mask has harden/
The heart has conformed.
Survival at play/
The need to perform.
Evidence of change/
Mirror rejection.
Never forced inside/
Entice by questions.
The answers set guilt/
A war was waging.
Now lines will be drawn/
As the world keeps fading.

Truth bares the deepest recesses of her concealed modesties.
Can you feel the resonating equilibrium of tantric sound as we connect across humanitarian divides?
Tears fill my eyes, as I bask in the presence of such elevated humility.
I am grateful for the wisdom of simplicity, as opposed to what may be deemed to be stupidity.
Let us join hands around this circle of cultic agreement.

the thing about
Alastair is that
there are so many
things about him
that you will never
understand, growth
you will never witness
and a simple text saying
he's thinking about me
hope you're well
made me realize
that a lot of people
probably think
about me