They begin in the dark alleyways of the mind; acts of intentional violence begin in the dark alleyways of the mind.
There, they extend beyond the body and breed in the streets with no regard for innocent bystanders.
It’s like a tombstone that wishes it had been born a bird, so it drags others down to bear its heavy weight.
This land, these people stalked by bullets and bad thoughts. A society divided, derided, sucker-punched, and sold to the highest bidder.
We live in this world for a while, turning over stones, seeking out love and luck, laying out a trail of bright and glittery things to lead us from the beast within.
This world of banality and fatalities, saints and civility, broken mirrors and little pity for the aging.
Listen for the living breath that leaves roses along the boulevard of the weary and defeated.
Listen for the flower asking the mad bomber, “Why?“
RichRant 