The cold wax grows, it's a disease. Such unease, this disease. It spreads like a cancer, eating through the soul, the spirit, heart and mind. It leaves tiny fragments of yesterday when the sunshine felt warmer and the glint of smiling eyes was for everyone. Cold wax doesn't stop spreading just because it's cold, it needs the cold to survive.
How did we get to this place? Can we ever go back? Have we forgotten to feel that much?
Brother against brother. Blood vs blood. All flesh spoils the same.
The chatter is damned deafening, and such noise will eviscerate discernment - that wee still voice, the inner truth, we all have. Words cut deep behind that smiling face. It pays well. IT pays very well. And silence is the most priceless of all. We've all learned to be silent, haven't we? Yeah, we have. When's the last time you couldn't truly speak how you feel, afraid of retribution.
So dangerous when a hive serves itself.
I want to press rewind. The only rewind we have nowadays is to harm, belittle or maim.
I want to press rewind.
When love was true, more true than now. Love to melt the wax. Love without judgement. Love without your side or mine (fuck that shit).
update: a new chapter begins. idk what it will bring. holding steadfast to faith: God.
