The Highway, Part One

Anger; it thrives for recess in fragilities sonata and the embodiment of fear. It is consuming, it destroys, and it is contagious. Creation dissipates in its own fermentation, leaving emotional bewilderment and exasperation as its paramour.

Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering. I know the little force freak in Lucas’ septology generalizes this assertion as a path to the dark side, yet it reigns a certain truthfulness that is extremely profound.

Securities blanket is often woven by inescapable fear. It twists indiscriminately amongst the fiber of self, extricating rational thought and smothering the breath of clarity. Anger emerges from the huddles of fear, inflaming emancipated tinder, smoldering as it blinds.

Darkness; the void that silences hope, offers no direction, strangling freedoms cry. Alone in misperceived dejection, disgust, pity. Hate offers express and momentary relief. Hate befriends. Hate speaks for ignorance. Hate plagues the body with disease and sickness until it is able to feed upon itself and manifest into indescribable ugliness.