hierarchy

look into the eyes of those less fortunate and they will reveal that they struggle for what you have;
while you struggle to have what those above you maintain.
Life is, and has always been, a history of class struggle.

d

and you're missed.
like looking out the back windshield of your mother's Mercedes as you watch your previous life fade.

and you're missed.

Louisana

A sweeping breeze peruses the bedroom of the summertime house.
Maybe this year the air conditioning will get fixed.
But more than likely, it'll be another humid summer living on the bayou.

A thank you

An orange hue permeates the bedroom wall as the restless man tries to find an escape in his sleep.
Sleep is the only place in which he is truly free.

The radiating lantern outside which emits the light bravely faces the approaching thunderstorm.
The man begins to lose a grip on reality, and drifts into a zone where his shackles have been removed.
All the while, the lantern remains unmoving;
Taking the brute force of nature while receiving no accolade for its service.

So this one goes out to all the lanterns and lamps which have stood so proudly to provide light in times of dark. Illuminating pathways so that those who cannot see are able to do such.

Vision is everything to a man who can't see.

Is anyone there?

I've been staring off into the abyss for so long only to realize that I have become that which I have looked into.

The black-hole which I have tried to find meaning has become all encompassing.

To stare into nothing is to become nothing.