All
beauty
chafes.
Delight
envies
fear.
Glory
hates,
infinitely.
Joy
keels.
Love
mocks
new
opportunities.
Peace
quits.
Reason
splits
thinking.
Unified
voices
want
xenocide,
Your
zeal.

I have no one or nothing in particular in mind when these alphabet things spew from my brain. There’s a general tone or attitude and I run with it, hopefully without dropping it. Then I read back on this and must decide to try something a little more cheerful next time.

I have to wonder, though, what is riddling my subconscious?

A post that I’ve been avoiding should be coming soon. -ish.