The Much I See

life has value only in the beholders of life...these past few weeks disappearing and finding places on earth that never should be inhabited...where darkness thrive in the excruciating light of the sun...puts life into blinding perspective...every bruise...every scratch...every grazing bullet...chips away any armor that was built through the years...what's left...the soul...again...can only be saved by a strong will to survive...where there is no water there can only be hell...and to hell we must return...to self inflicted torture without which we cannot find piece...we will not find piece...one must not ever find piece...