Abused By Illusions

Valentines Day, a holiday created by corporate ghouls to extract filthy lucre out of life's only pure emotion. An orgy of bittersweet confections, cheap heart effigies, and dying roses.

A day to say the things we should be saying everyday. Overcome by the break neck pace enforced by an alleged civilized society we forget. Unconciously we know, in this like so much more, how we have traded the actual for the figurative.

Today we should jump off the demon eyed horse of this lunatics merry-go-round and grab hold, if only briefly, of that which can give our breaking hearts true respite. Stopping for just one second to the search the chasms of our tattered souls for that which is not ephemeral but eternal.

Let us search today for the path leading out of this transmuted funhouse of the heartbroken and spiritually maimed; which has become so much less than fun. We drunkenly lurch first one way then the other in flight from the spectral hauntings of our own human failings.

Finally we are caught as we cross a set of tracks right before the exit. Our heads held firmly to the tracks by the sinewless talons of fear that has replaced our heart. In the distance we hear that most fearful sound of approaching inevitability!

Happy bittersweet confections, cheap heart effigies, and dying roses day!

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