What if all the chemicals and screens disappeared from the earth, would you crawl out of your skin or rise to the task? it is said that there is no cure because answers thrive only in silence when one learns how to ask
Instead we accelerate to consume noise through wild fields of dopamine, clawing with no poise we exploit weakness for personal gain until sincerity bleeds from the picture and thereβs no room left in frame for an honest work of art because weβd rather exhaust the canvas with moments devoid of heart
Humility is a difficult lesson most live in reverie as hollow, floating silhouettes desperate to equate value with material progress until one of two options remain: convene with the shaking breaths or envision a hapless fate
Darkness, it looms pleading to steer our attention to do nothing and sit with grace showing a natural way to create harmony while sifting through time and space, yet we continue to sit upon ivory towers ignoring balance that only succeeds with the fusion of light, because in darkness is the beginning of all life