go home, he told me.
i spent a day and a night
among the flowers of my friends
lifting up to reveal their light,
laughing with them when i was kind
laughing at them when i was not.
go home, he repeated.
leaving the company i'd sought
i went to the dark altar of my heart,
and there lay the abandoned blade
lying unused, like myself, apart.
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"Behold the good and the just!
Whom do they hate the most?
Him who smashes their tables of values,
the destroyer, the lawbreaker—
But he is the Creator!"
- Friedrich Nietzsche, Will To Power
We still seek isolation from eachother, and from the noise of the world. To experience who we are in isolation is to know that we are talking to ourselves almost continually. |