We construct a million blackout blinds, but eventually that light slowly trickles through. Our job is to notice this vein of light or... spoonful of sugar.
I open my throat and inhale the carbs and the consumerism, the specks of expectation dotting my lungs and causing the Divine to shake its head and murmur, “This is terminal, she has Stage 4 consumption.”
The seldom times we get to be out in nature, we get to touch base once more with who we are. Only then, when we return back into society, to forget and get caught up in the roller coaster. We drink, take drugs, engage in harmful activities, and seek external pleasures. We become extremists in ...