Treachery: The unjustification of a (once just?) hermit

My dear friend,

I am pleased to inform you that as I write this letter I am standing on the border between political consciousness and mental oblivion. Yes, in a few seconds I will cross that border without looking back. I made it. It was not easy to get to this point, My journey was extremely turbulent. I survived ship wrecks and diseases, home sickness and robberies. I struggled every inch of the journey and now I am here. Even though you strongly advised against this trip, I beg you to clap for me.

Together we witnessed the dehumanization of humanity, the brutal murder of hope and the destruction of progressive ideologies. We witnessed the metamorphosis of human diction and vocabulary into a very extreme and polarizing monster. Ruthless became the new firm and and impulsive became the new persistent. We watched in horror as humanity was gradually conditioned to accept as normal acts that would normally be considered outrageous and out of place. We saw the displacement of compassion and the radicalization of the moderates. Before you jump to judge me, remember that we saw the dehumanization of humanity.

I am in no way attempting to assume a condescending position of psychological superiority, that my friend is your job. I have in fact come to terms with the reality of my fate. I am in to deep and will become a benefactor of the system. A sellout as you might call it, but i like to think of myself as a self made opportunist. The fallacy of social justice and human equality is now clear to me, the selfishness of political and human activism is now open for the whole world to see. Now i am promising you nothing but will make one last assertion: I am done with the crap and will fly straight across this border and never look back.

Sincerely,

The black hermit who finally made it home

If i could ... then i would

If i could just go ... crawl , walk, run and then fly ... fly somewhere far, where they dont care who you are. Live oblivious of this system that has tormented my mind, if i could just fade away from the laws, the judgment, and also from time.

If I could just Breath .... Take a long deep soothing and refreshing breath. Take a breath because i can and not because i have to, inhale and exhale past all the things I passed through. If I could breath for my uncle Nelson and my sweet loving mom, I will hold their hands for one last time and sing them a hip hop song.

If I could just be half the man that I think I`m meant to be, maybe i could pay my pops back half of what he`s sacrificed for me. If I contrast who I am now with who I`m meant to be, I derive the epic battle of the non-conformist vs society

If I could just see with my soul at the expense of my eyes, my life will probably have a whole lot more NOs and a whole lot less whys. If I could just see with my thoughts as a fundamental guide, then there will be a fundamental victory of the truth over lies.

If I could make the future, I would probably alter the past, cause my future will be filled with many figures that have passed. My boy Bol-z with Abe Lincoln getting blazed up with Marley while my mom is ridding shot gun and I am driving the car :) ... The perfect picture coming from a not so perfect state of mind, the perfect picture drawn in a setting with no space or time.

If i could LIVE ... If I could just LIVE