Educated Rambling

Everyone succumbs when there’s nothing left. Though your intentions were pure, the mistake was trying to see Glinda deep behind the green eyes of the west. Holding onto a delusion of grandeur while the storm intensified beyond your horizon. The fool arriving in a raincoat to the pool party. Sculpted in the sky but can’t read between the lines. The bitterness of familiarity as self actualization roars to the front. Another whiskey down, another ring on the bar. Go ahead and tell the world, as if it’ll matter.