over, over, over

i am no longer convinced of an inborn sense of evil. evil is what you choose. evil is what you do. you can hide behind whatever sheet of white you wish, but you cannot run from what truly lives in your heart.

it is something one nurtures over time. you allow yourself to feel hate, and you allow yourself to forget.

when all is at last au sec, and i am alone, what is my motivation to feel safe?

i don't.

now i am running off protective fossil fuels one gains from becomming a parent.

protection born from terror. i am in terror. i am angry.

there are so many, many things i want to shout- i want to push them face first into truth, i want to watch their heart purified in fire, not death- death is a cave, no- death is freedom. what right do you have to be freed?

and what right have i to judge?

i can do this much- i can forgive.

and i can promise if you come again you will not live.