It is a distillation, a vaporous saturation of something wounded, something hurt…something terrible and ill…a seething corrosive wrath made manifest.
And I have seen it…each and every day around us, within us. Each and every moment of our times in weakness….our self deprecation, our warding away any faith in ourselves.
It pours out from us, leaking our sorrows, our wrath for failing to meet our own warped expectations. These pockets of eternity, of being lost, of struggling for nothing..of anger and ill…it is our punishment. This is our wrath made real.
…And I know deep down you don’t deserve to be punished. None of us deserves to believe our torments are the only meaningful reality. We are cursed….so I want you to forgive yourself. I want you to let go…to be free.