Hills with Capital letters....

Under the open source dysfunction of many we set on fire the circumstances that set us on this path we tread...moon lit skyline in the east ablaze with the cities of man....i notice more and more two sides separated by the ideals of the future...both flinging mud....back and forth...back and forth ....glass castles in the sky stained with sweat and blood....people of peace and harmony burning at the stake anyone not like them... people of power and freedom....drown the less fortunate in oceans of poverty...both sides of the same coin...

Malignity in motion force close the situation... a locality of longing, this mist driven social hate machine set against the commonwealth...we undo ourselves in times of high entropy if we are not assiduous, keeping our feet in line ...soft to the touch..one after the other....treading on glass roads brittle to the brink of shattering.....Hope is the treads holding the flags we bear high in our minds eyes...place it wisely....