automatic termination, self-destructive revolution

This is a bad time of year.  I tend to hate everything.  The words I write seem childish because I’m childish and some things will never change.  How can I command respect when I can’t even respect myself?

Winter has begun to die and I can’t honestly say I’m distraught about it.  The days are so bright when it’s sunny, but the ground and sky still match grays and browns when it’s not.  Nature is color coded by season thank god, everything arranges itself into symmetry and order if you want it to.

I hate the weakness is me that makes me so much less than everyone else.  But more, I hate the weakness in them that blocks them from seeing.  This I have said before, and will most likely say again.  Ignorance must truly be bliss, but willful ignorance is simply not an option.  Someone must lead these sheep to the still water and green pastures etc. etc. etc…God abandoned them to ME, the apocalypse is nigh.

Blinded by the fire streaming from the sky, they see not the desolation, the death, the destruction.  Staring into the sun, waiting for a revelation that will never some.  Burnt retinas are not divine guidance, but loss of eyesight is fully insurable.