A Man’s Manifesto

I’m lost and so are you. I don’t know how long we’ve been lost but it’s been awhile. Funny isn’t? How time seems to pass when you’re all alone. Sometimes we cling to distractions to keep away that darkness, that glowing darkness. The darkness glows because it has our dreams, but it’s corrupted them, like termites corrupt a wonderful piece of handicraft. The termites are inside us already, they’ve create spaces in our flesh and bones and joyfully dig into more and more as time marches on. We’ve become hollow inside. We are the hollow men. Say it with me, WE ARE THE HOLLOW MEN.