Lighting the way.

I had seen them before, creaking in on the splintered floorboards, in between flame licks that somehow never seem to touch me. I knew I wasn't like them and that my fate would be one ripe with choice, not of a series of mistakes that I actively participated in. They seemed to volunteer for such things and ends. It was and is not in my nature to allow atrocities to stay and make a home, not for too long anyway. Folks tend to make their choices so final without any thought to the groundlessness than can take and does nest in their already packed psyches. It is as fascinating as it is sad and am glad that I can choose not to get my ticket punched. The delicate orb that once embodied the soothe has expired for them. As they march into what not to do again and again, they are beacons for me and I appreciate every last one of them. To the slaves of vastness in all the wrong ways, thank you. You pave the way clear. Wado.