The Illusion Of Calm

“I must try hard to stay calm.”


In this way, a slave was born – not pulled along by kicking or screaming, but thrust forward in silence, then held back in hopelessness and undeserved shame; a burned out ember cooling off in an icy world.

When I awoke this morning, as if from a dream… these were the last words I remembered.

I must try harder to stay calm… and not throw eggs at my neighbors house

About Blabpipe

Rock Alternative Band for the Masses - Quite possibly the last Bastion of Hope left in the Galaxy
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