An Infatuated Presence
Reality has become an increasingly volatile place. A realist may describe it as insufferably toxic. Do not get me wrong. By no means am I trying to be harsh. I take no pleasure in detailing the more inconvenient experiences that you will irrefutably endure. That being said, all I wish is for people to be adequately informed. Too often, we indulge ourselves in the more fulfilling adventures of life. In doing so, we leave ourselves in the ominous shadows, unprepared for the more devastating aspects of reality. The truth is, life is not viewed through transparent lens. Nor is it intricately fabricated with black and white mirrors. Rather, is imperfectly constructed with a hundred different shades of grey. The silhouette of this mirror is left unchaperoned. Allowing an inconceivable presence of desire and impulse nefariously seep in through the unguarded fractures. In time your vision will begin to blur as if you are viewing life through a damning kaleidoscope. As human beings, ...