Authored: April 24, 2024

Ghosts haunt us, decisions made us, and we are full of regrets. Had we known better, or even been better, we could have been something more. We are the great endings, and our memory will fade in due course.

This lachrymosa, this lament, this consequence, is filled by the chalice of regret and apathy. Empathy no longer stalks this land; our hearts are barren wastelands of broken hopes and dreams. Our eyes, our eyes were so tired. That we slumbered into a fitful sleep. Will we dream or have unbidden nightmares?

The ghosts haunt us, lost souls that were once full of hope, now barren wastelands. No beautiful things reside there, anymore. We are blind, forever more. Had we known better, had we been better, you never know....

This human world are industries built on death, on propaganda and willful ignorance. We are being morally judged and failing. We are blind. Love has forsaken us. Dysfunction grips us. And those doves, try to fly up into heavens above.

Had we only known better, I could have made you something beautiful. We humans are a Fractured/Image.

Living in our Industries of the Blind.