Together we’ve seen terror. Every threat short of eternity was thrust in our paths, and as we stumbled, we discovered buried treasure [just like the map said, hex marks the spot.] Enlightenment comes in a razor-edged case and we grew new fingers when our bloody stumps broke the gift free. Through agony and withdrawal of faith, our stubborn energy forced regeneration. Look towards the flock. They live in splendor under blankets of false hope, shielded from stark realities and the ultimate truth. A herd so blind, branded by submission, untouched and not whole all at once. They never had to bleed for an answer, never saw rebirth in the wake of cancer. This anguish is a shield from ignorance. When our sky is obliterated, those who have seen life’s harshness will follow it, hand in hand, deep into oblivion. Viva anxiety. I’ll come home soon.
