CLOUDS

CLOUDS.

There are days when I love EVERYONE and days where I hate nearly everyone.. some days I am just calm, and I wonder what happened to the people I have merged into over the years.

There are people I miss that may never know it.

There are imaginary barriers, and walls, built from misty perceptions of reality.

Behind these walls hide those who we may have hurt without knowing.

Their immobile faces gaze out from cybernetic outlets, like waxworks, fixed forever, perhaps unforgiving.

The World is full of unprotected beings.
There is no Ozone layer around the individual to filter the
obsessive, clamouring desire radiation, gravitating from
the confusion of life outside.

Thus is the weaving of impossible mesh that advances our consciousness, perhaps.

Pmcb..  Feb2013