Frankerz

Hollow

Been looking at the world through different glasses recently. Think I’ve determined that I’m not all that fond of it. Yet what an intriguing phenomenon it is. Potential unbridled, yet collared for control.

Only a small concordant of people legitimize as friends; despite the dull reminder that hundreds of Facebook addicts see their FB Buddy. Certainly life is both amazingly beautiful and possibly the purest example of agony every portrayed.

If balance exists, I have thus far failed to find it. There is a hollowness to this place that is muffled as the world resounds its self-proclaimed glory. Propaganda suffocates me as I breath its noxious fumes. 

How do we live? Theocracy is submersed in commiseration. Turning its collective ire in the direction of newly born circumstances. Stooped in its dogma for self-preservation, it presses it’s grip further, squeezing. Truth, the stronger change is opposed the more it necessitates itself? 

Will hollow earth remain? Jaded as we are, can we perceive a different outcome? Is there power in our efforts? More questions than answers. Knowingly turbulent, we advance; to what end?