All in such a quick moment
I am amazed at the vision and version of the story I write and the story I live.
Shattered plates, under the weight of my own hands.
Terror induced in the sheer weight of the explosive anger that comes up like a
unfounded sea creature, dark and sharp and full of death.
As above, So below
There are vehicles I enter, the sound of people's voices, in meditation and music,
that take me away from that dance of morality into a place where I get out
from under my own skin. Where I can align with an explosive anger that dances
beautifully with an aggressive chorus of drums and profanity and screeching guitars.
Lyrics filled with subliminal meanings and altered wings of a behavior that I would be
arrested for if I were to carry out some of these thoughts that come up from the depths
of a dark ocean.
Beware of Strong Undertow
These thoughts, those that helped in their creation, they don't leave and I bet that the ones
who got them there don't think about me at all. Nor should they. Nor should I keep entertaining
them, but I have found value in them. I have found gold in that darkness deep down underneath
the currents that I need to keep sifting through...
An underwater miner...
A Scorpio...Loud and Clear.
Maria Brink, loud and clear