roots

am angry. at the world; at myself; at the news; at the greed of man; at the complacency of society; at my weaknesses; at my fallibility; at the preposterousness of  our lives and how we have allowed a notion to dictate the fates; at how we might be the ruination of life. the undercurrents have decided to surface or that i am now aware of them. resent this feeling of utter helplessness as if my hands were bound behind my back and struggle as i may, the knot will not loosen. perhaps will be plagued by this feeling of ineptness indefinitely. anger will only play into the hands of nothingness, of which i will never be free but to surrender volition so easily. this cannot be. need to return to my roots.

~ by mavj on September 24, 2009.