I find myself lost in the mix at times, the decayed nature swirling around me. Swallowed into the shallow holes along the road. Carelessly careful and content on contingency. The mind wanders left and slowly banks right, only to come to the same little footsteps imprinted in the snow trailed of the claws of a raving darkness. A beast appears in the brush; it shall take a heart and consume its entirety. Full-stomached and continuing an age old waltz. The beast eyes me as friend and as foe in one glance. An ever-changing world view, perspective; cranky-eyed and wandering for one, all... everything. Can something wild be tamed, changed, or contained? Care not, for what can one do with care? Can care fix the world before it's torn down around you? I find no solace in uncertainty. A calm strikes down with the fury of a tidal waves, let it be and remain the same. The beast can consume you. The beast may leave you. You have stood with the beast and that is all. If eaten, the beast survives; if left, both survive. Whether separate or joined. For now the darkness walks beside me. In me. Is me.
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