Nonsense

What do you protect? Is it freedom?

Is blood enough to convince sacrifice to succumb to significance?

The pain on my face suggests surrender.

My clothes are all that separate me from the grass so I hum and wait for the wind.

“I woke up today,” I said to the girl but haven’t yet taught her the significance of timing, the importance of surrender or how God doesn’t fall under political discussion.

She gives me a funny look, the same look she gives whenever I speak in simple terms about the obvious.

The assertion of life is the only way I know how to teach perseverance but there are many days it isn’t enough.