Who have I become? A landfill of the spiritual phenomenon; a residue of the distillation of good and bad or an excuse of anything and everything I once dreamed of being.
I am dark, full of spite and resentment for humankind. I await the change while the change awaits me. And in this mutual patience, we both have become frustrated. A frustration that has given rise to aggressive passivity and self-destructiveness.
I hear the footsteps of someone approaching though. They are distant but they are audible. And as I look in the direction of this sound an abyss stares upon me.
Poems of love and Love of poems! 