Leaving

artwork by Victor M Martinez


The chaos of self. The battle of flesh and spirit. Man groaning for completeness, and exhausted by the premise of spending another day infected by his flesh. And yet, each day is new. A promise that one day we leave this perishing existence behind.
Have you felt that hand grasping you? or do you not feel it? Do you look in the mirror and see time passing? or have you not seen it?
It will. It will pass. And are you here to live another life? Some other translation of what you should be? Or will you take this day, this hour and make it your own?