Londonslanding's Blog

a rope tugging at my soul, but my hands don’t feel a grip. For is this life, destiny or some fucked up trip? Silence and screaming rip my thoughts like old stitches in a baseball. Layers of deep dark substances crusted over frayed edges. In those crevices darkness will always remain. Peace? Peace is being grateful for your life while watching the tragedies of others. Their horrors now on display across screens made from minerals mined, reeking the sweat of children that scratched the surface without shoes on their feet. That’s what we do, we watch. We watch and wait because you know not one man escapes this world without the call. The question in your mind of why Lord why? Cries that fall empty, because you know it’s not right. It’s not your place. You’re always involving yourself with the Lord’s business. 

How can one just dismiss the sled we are forced to drag with us? How do you not pick up things along the way? Is there a calm in unrest or do you force digestion? Obliviousness no longer an option for me, nor is tolerance for this fake society. The resistance will be televised. 

Are you ok? No. I’m disappointed, disgusted, fearful, angry, annoyed, pre disposed to internal rage, and don’t blame it on perimenopause. It’s this fucked up ball of mass and gas’s that we ride daily. 

They say the days are getting shorter. Pay your mortgage, pay you insurance, pay all the things while maintaining your sense of guilt while hundreds of people went to bed by a river and woke in a nightmare. 

Thats what this is. I’m heavy because of the floods and that being my biggest nightmare. Water.

Dark. 

Fast.

Moving.

Water.

The sounds.

The crashes. 

The bangs. 

The screams. 

The silence of someone as they accepted their fate. 

Taking people from the securities of their homes. As if the world hadn’t handed them their dealings in life,already. People were resting, living, being, or even already hungry, jobless, or grieving. 

The more I write. The more I try to make sense. It doesn’t. Never will. 

There is a peace in God, not of this earth. A higher connection. That is the only thing that drives me forward. Lean not on your own understanding. 

Thank you God. Count it all Joy.