#9-22-22

[photozoi]

One of the Neighbours, venturing up the walk.

[halloweenvalentine1997]

When the night becomes a drug

And you walk into its vortex,

You will know clarity.

You will know its stone-cold mercenary neon eyes.

You will see the venom of others and the price tags in their thoughts.

Sometimes, a cardboard bed under an overpass is a form of solace.

The true evil isn’t you or me.

It is society’s values, subliminal messages and exploitation of human nature.

I feel my coat ripped off, defiled by god.

Biting his knife.

Kicking down his gates.

Tomorrow I’ll crawl back up the hill to my house.

- “The Night Cuts the Girl” by June Freeland

[photozoi]

A deck in the woods, happiness beyond words...

[completepottery]

Pain gives perspective, but the more I see, the more it gets dark.

Branded as I am, where do I go?

[completepottery]

Be a knight, or don’t. It’s your choice. One of many, or many of one.