The pure beauty of life is a never ending search. It’s identifiable in the triggers that brain chemistry reacts. A supernatural feeling of divinity caressing the soul. Its not hard to forget the beauty when so much repulsion, disgusting ignorant ego’s that malign your path, tearing you down to their level of depravity. All instances of life that are camouflaged by the malignant and disgusting, meanwhile masquerading in the goodness are the most prominent details to this life. The truly good remain in the shadows, overlooked, they are the failing breed. The comforters of death welcome them into trinity. This life has become crowded by the maligned.
by Trevor Markiv | Aug 3, 2013 | philosophy | 1 comment
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