The fear of loathing

I sit here reading through all of the political jumbo and can't help myself feeling a lot more political than I would have ever imagined. Today the majority of the nation is walking on edge, for the greatest fear is that one's respective candidate will lose the upcoming election. We wait on this day with an uneasy anticipation, it baffles me how anybody could be excited for a day like this. As the day grows shorter one can almost feel the rise of civil unrest. We wait four years to elect officials that are seeking this venture as a career choice. A rise in the status of a major corporation which our country is becoming. Money is what runs this country and it seems that we have evolved into people that will only follow the wealthy. I guess they found their niche and found a way to become super wealthy and keep up their "integrity" in the process. Along with any major business/corporation one must have a cut throat personality to rise to the very top. There are very few people who choose not to advance themselves, because they fear they will have to sacrifice their moral codes. It's sad to me because these are the people that could make the real difference. Instead we have let our nation become a money mongering beast. A place where the ruthless flourish and the truly great ideas are forgotten because of selfish endeavors.

"Not everybody is comfortable with the idea that politics is a guilty addiction. But it is. They are addicts, and they are guilty and they do lie and cheat and steal--like all junkies. And when they get in a frenzy, they will sacrifice anything and everybody to feed their cruel stupid habit, and there is no cure for it. That is addictive thinking. That is politics--especially in presidential campaigns. That is when addicts seize the high ground. They care about nothing else. They are salmon, and they must spawn. They are addicts."--Hunter S. Thompson

An Asheville Dream

I wonder when it happened for you? I sit alone in a crowded room with what seems to be a dark spotlight around me, while the rest of the room glows with a radiant yellow. I wish that you would please just open up and tell me your secrets. I crave to understand why you decided to live the way that you do. You look into my eyes as if already understanding my soul. I feel as if I am sitting in front of you naked in my adolescence and vulnerable in every sense of the word. I stand up and float across the room leaving a trace of empathy in my wake. I approach the spirit of the night and feel it run through my veins as it warms up my body in all the right ways. I feel your glances resting upon my back as if they were your longing arms yearning to wrap around, trying to hold me close. You stand across the room from me with no intentions to follow through. I look into a living room full of eager and youthful souls all being artists in their own medium. It's almost to much to handle, as the night dances around with no rhythm or rhyme just like the stories that I am so eager to write out. 

I slide open the door to the towering trees above and immediately am calmed by the vastness that I am surrounded by everyday. I take a deep breathe of the crisp air and feel the precipitation resting in my lungs. The night is clear with a calm breeze rolling over the tops of the trees. The stars seem to be hiding on this night giving off a dull glare as if you had just got done rubbing your eyes. The moon though is bragging, giving the sun a run for it's money with the light it is casting down on me. The trees help me escape from my worries and struggles. They stand there reminding me of my brothers that can only be compared to this organic portrait of life. A sudden growth in our lives that was nourished by literature and a new understanding of the earth. The time for myself and this canvas that is laid out in front of me is almost at an end, it whispers goodbye to me as I convince myself that I will hold on to this night, never to be forgotten.

The door slides open with a backdrop of laughter and music interrupting silence that was wrapping around me. You look at me and just your body posture alone is asking me the questions that your so afraid to speak. You forgot to close the door behind you so the music is breaking up what would have been a powerful silence. Why do I put myself through this? I long to be a romantic but lack the understanding of what that truly means. I quickly gather myself and rise to my feet not yet ready to share this night with anyone else. I follow you inside and the night remains alive with grinning faces and feet beating up the floor to the music that is blaring from all around. It's time to say good night for now. It's time to close this door behind me and await the big mistake that lays waiting for me just around the corner.