The bygone days of creating my own reality seem to be making a come back in the majority of the population. Who would have thought that I would be the one clinging to the Earth, and sanity while watching

Odd that the angels are strangers, or estranged. They can be illusive; while the brash, nerve-clanging all-consuming mothers are standing at the ready. I thought I was meditating. I was drifting off into