The Seed

I am awake, I think.

Sitting in a dark room with moonlight creeping in through the open window, athwart a mirror; adjacent to a window.

It reflects my face and the thin white curtains on the window.

A gush of wind; and the curtain comes onto my face, I brush it aside and look back at the mirror, but my image is not there anymore. I see a child sitting where I am. Something about the look on his face sent shivers down my spine.

I am still, I think to myself "I must be dreaming" and the mirror cracks.

DE-Humanize

SILENT. VACANT. CLUELESS.

This is ME.
This is US.
This is OUR life.
This is our world; our "FREE" world. Is it free enough.........I don't think so, not yet.

Lets give the world's "CORRECT" way of living a benefit of doubt, and follow through with it.

I DENY!

"DEATH" isn't it the last resort?

Why yearn for it then? Why DE-humanize ourselves when we can kick ass with a smile on our faces. Break the mold which is used to make "SHEEP" meant for slaughter.

"DENY". Because the society dehumanizes man, Man creates death, we DIE.

Nor dread nor hope attend

A dying animal;

A man awaits his end

Dreading and hoping all;

Many times he died,

Many times rose again.

A great man in his pride

Confronting murderous men

Casts derision upon

Super-session of breath;

He knows death to the bone

Man has created death.

DE-HUMANIZATION

I rest my case.