People frightened by people or lack of.
Scared of things of every.
Dead eyed slaves. Arms raised in worshipful adoration.
Slaves to desire. Not success. Not improvement. Not even happiness.
That reactionary spark that fires the synapses. Ripping doubt and fear across the mind.
The "flinch" caused by this surge, shakes the world.
Shhh. Stop. Breath.
The fear of loss is more damaging than the loss it's self.
The fear of loss is a self foulfilling prophecy.
The fear will make one stumble and make mistakes.
The fear of not getting what one desires is the most damaging.
It makes a lier out of hope. And a mockery of the purpose of life.
A new thing in these bland times.
A new thing, at least by my reckoning.
That man will covet things that are already his.