Basking In The Breeze

Insane! How someone would gladly throw out garbage with no mask, yet immediately put it back on when sighting another Human they’ve never seen before in this day and age. Fearless in the face of bacteria and microbes unbeknownst to the Trash Bag Holder. Aghast when crossing paths with another person who may be just like themselves. Kind of makes me wonder, do we appear as ‘garbage’ in each other’s eyes more often than we do our own trail sewage. Muck. Detritus…

Pestilence surely wreaked havoc amongst those who grow weary much quicker than others. The kind of weariness that can care less about anybody’s age nor current condition…

How often do we step back and acknowledge the state of our minds, regardless of any pandemic? What happens to every single piece of knowledge when panic and vibratory cowardice seeps into our bones? Doesn’t seem often, does it? Especially, if you’re placed within a vicious cycle of deflection at birth more nauseating than a ride on Six Flags Nitro after an afternoon full of Tacos drowned in that special Green Sauce like most of us are. A culture of Dysfunction physical poverty can create mixed along a tumultuous neighborhood of sorrowful emotions unaccounted for…

Nothing much we can do but wake up, rise and flow along a breeze giving us a chance to breathe no matter your circumstance…