Crash into the Day

Contract Killers I see the image of a bird flying. Reality is broken. The answers aren’t in their usual places, on TV, in books, in music, in her face, online, in the mirror, in clouds, the sun, in conversation. No one’s calling to fix it anymore. From the sound of my heart I know it’s time to pull the trigger, to hire contract killers, patient, dedicated, resourceful, possessing unerring vision, prepared to hunt and kill the real enemy, inside, strangling our dreams, our yearning for ascension, true freedom. I see the image of a bird flying.