goa :: staring at the beach, reflecting.

layers of humanity, a need to exist, to survive, when food becomes life, and solitude found only with eyes grown heavy.

do we begin the same, has culture formed us? what of faith, of karma, of being one amongst a million, the luck of the draw?

you become part of the system, because it is all that can save you. what of your spirit: suppressed? forgotten? lost?

have you no shame, or has survival beaten shame in this game of life… what is innocence, when innocence lost… can a soul die, can it be renewed?

we are surrounded by beauty, yet ugliness does not cease. the peace that exists within oneself… the realm of god. only within can you escape ugliness… and only outside can your goodness come to life… if we all chose good, would bad cease to exist?