Oh, the ice cubes that go swirling around that deadly combination of liquid poison, depending on that day, that combination could have been whiskey or vodka, premium of course.
Completely unsure, really, about the depth of this grave. Clawing away at the soil, my fingers are cut up and numb as I pass through the layers of built up anger, guilt, pain, addiction and suffering. They are layers that I must claw away at so that they can be left behind me and blow away in the wind. I'd rather be like the eagle who soars with the wind, uses its resource as an ally, gracefully soaring among great heights, full of determination and ownership over its prey.
Like the eagle, and with its majestic eyes, one observing the ground and waters that lie below it, searching for its prey, I too am observing my environments and people I allow inside. I have sought prey that, one would presently say, are GMO's, like one would find at Rainbow in the produce department pretending to be real. All along, the prey that needs to be eaten are prey that are real, make me strong, build me up and trust my intentions. Those are the only prey, I will now, forever seek. Ones that live in truth and believe in justice. Prey that are actively seeking a way to better themselves in order to make the World we all live in, a better place.
