Bonfire of Tomorrow

The question is larger than life. As we know, repression and hate
sterilize the swords of reality. Crying, many weep and search for
catharsis, only to face a world created by us. I have witnessed much
pain in my life, from the rape of loved ones, to meaningless death of
friends and dreams. Where there once stood a rainbow, now lies the
aftermath
of acidic onpours ravaging sanity, hope, and meaning. I have often
spent nights crying, searching for the essence of these tears, trying
to unravel the depths underlying pain. The anger that surfaces burns
its flame into my soul. I ask of you not to let the flame overcome you.
Uncontrollable flames will not warm the shephard burdened by pain, but
instead, will catalyze necrosis of his soul. As I walk determined, I
beg of you to let your flame flicker and continue to show that there
are those who care. The journey along this path of life is a cold one,
and there are few who will never stumble. Remember that there are many
who have made it with less, and many have encompassed the truth of the
absolute-- to exist. Let the wings your soul cries for emerge. I will
take on the world
and the cold nights shall not frighten me. Your flame along with mine,
we shall form a bonfire of tomorrow. To let all know that love still
exists.
Peace and love,
MO GREEN