I am sick of waiting..
to arrive at the point ..
where what I want and what I have meet..
I am sick of waiting for my body to be thin enough...
My bank account to be full enough.
I am sick of waiting for everyone to care enough..
for this world to realize there is enough
for everyone...
There is a space between the reality of what is and what it is manifested to be...
a time and place where we have to stop thinking and begin to believe....
I am sick of giving to an American ideal that will only recieve..
so what if there are no facts, only figures..
the conclusion is real but never triggers...
the ultimate time space continuim that creates the place, where our fears and our horrors are transfigured...
Into a reality that can place our desires above the Worlds' needs...
Isn't there a place where I can give you what you need and it is not charity, but humanity, and it fills the void in me?...
Allowing for the point where what I need and what I have will meet..
I love you and I am sorry I can never give enough...
Humans have become a plague and I fear the Earth is trying to exterminate us...
AIDS,PESTULINCE,WAR,FAMINE,FLOOD,GREED,NEED,BIRD FLU,HURRICANES,TSUNAMIS,STARVATION,DENUGE FEVER,MALARIA,DEHYDRATION,CANCER,GUNS,MURDER,MASS KILLINGS IN THE NAME OF ISOLATION,ISLAMIC EXTEMISTS,CRISTIAN RIGHT,CHENEY, WARMONGERING IN THE NAME OF FREEDOM..
We have damaged the balance and now comes the time,
when we will pay the price through our self -fufilled prophecy...
I am sorry I was so greedy, with my Mcmansion and HUMMER, my personal mindset that left little room for others...


wE


HAVE




FUCKED



OURSELVES...

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