Our paths shift, circumstance and attitude shaping our trajectory. The company we keep alters both our outlook and destination. We are where we are mainly because of who we are and whom we are with.
A wish for words more delicate and refined will only lead to an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity, and a smudge of indifference. Emotions scoured from the page, its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind, you are no longer (or never have been) satisfied with what is there. Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth, a humane reaction may not be soothed. Not always. No matter what. No longer plain and simple. Perhaps it never was? You question the questions. The flaws in your self can only add up to a greater expression of your being.
We do not touch the money, now only digits on a screen. Ingredients in our foods unknown, or what scientists contribute to the scheme. Price at the pump keeps going up, still our cars can’t seem to get enough. Politicians are not worth knowing, or deeds in which they partake, sin or scandal widely-known, we elect them anyway. Damn truth be told, between utter lies; they won’t salute the dead, so many innocents die. We won’t wash our hands, but still waste the water and share the blame. We don’t care if we don’t want to, our days continue just the same.
Waiting for the darkness, but not from the night. Waiting for darkness to squelch the light of the day. Rare and strange and still somewhat familiar, the Moon caught crossing a path, expectedly today. Vision enigmatic, but solemn and static. Naturally occurring. We live with the darkness however unnerving.