Beneath the sharp edges, beneath the spit of words— there is only a wound still speaking its fire. Anger is a mask for the place that once reached out and was not met. You strike, yet the silence behind each blow does not strike back. ...

What festers in speech dissolves in stillness. What hardens in rage softens in seeing. And there— beyond the noise— the field waits, unmoved, already whole.

Aww.. You got all their good sides

I was trying to write a non biased piece this time. Think I managed it

Dunno.... I still think it might be a little right leaning... 🤣

I'll work on it some more maybe in my Immaturity part 3, perhaps a stanza break where I talk about Marx's theory of alienation where capitalism causes disillusionment and helps the right.. or I might just call them a cock.. Its either/or really