Simply strike camp.
Kick dust across the dying fire
Hoist the pack.
Ignore the map….
After the storm
I move upstream
The water is brown,
Churned
Ringed with foam…
Flashpoint
Dissonance
Cold fury
The unsettled scores
Of arrogant men…
You do it to your self
Many people are so unkind to themselves it seems to me. They beat themselves until they feel like they have given enough…and yet they never feel like they have. They become stressed and ill, and yet they continue to do the same under the impression that they are doing some great service to humanity, and…