Adam's Garden

upsetting in the futures of our own suffering, the candles that extinguish themselves lightly cannot be understood or ignored.  there is a sensation of the righteous, a cowardice that speaks beyond my own grasp, and for that i speak not to you or from you, but without you.  either there is a multitude or there is loneliness.  either the people come together or they die petty and proud.

be upset and die for the laughter that comes with the awareness that the fickleness of fanaticism is true, and that virtue, with time and color, comes with humility.