What's Next?

The barrage, the unknown. Whatever could be riding a wave this way next. Who knows, the eternal inquisition. The answers always come, sometimes when we really don't expect. Say something of meaning rather than just any old throwaway words. Speak from the heart. Otherwise, why bother?

I don't know how I will remember you, if I ever escape. I feel sure it will not be with fondness. It will sit somewhere with invisible brothers and people who care only for money. Those who don't feel nor think their way, but simply watch others fall at their own expense, as they try to climb for a higher view. Of a bloodbath they could have helped to avoid. One day, perhaps, you will see things as they truly are. For now, it is evident you are blind. Living life in some tunnel, that consumes you, it possesses you. The city. One of the vultures now are you, seeking that on which you shall feast, to ensure your own survival.

I don't know what's coming next, but you won't be there. You never were. You were born with no heart. What a work of art.