so here is a story.

sometimes

it all scares me. like its all too much, you know?

but thats the point isn’t it. that there is more. that we long. yearn. race towards something somewhere somehow beyond ‘this’.

that this is a path, meandering and brutal and chaotic, but not aimless and chaos.

the great waves of darkness that crash down hint, wink and whisper that the cracks of light paint a larger horizon with every surge.

and brutal? it’s just our acknowledging that beauty is out there.sometimes hidden. and beauty itself tears back the curtain on the lies that this is all chance and nothingness. it is a glory that threads through us all.