End Of The World


“For many people, myself included, the end of the world is happening all the time! It is a form of criticality that paradoxically gives us hope for change and improvement.”

When we run in circles always hitting our head off of the same board, when do we sit back and try and go a different way? The maps to freedom can constantly send you on misguided adventures, touring you from one misery to the next.

We are all the end of the world if we never step out to carve and scale our own paths. Living under the guidance of our elders who will constantly tell you the rights and wrongs is amazing, but when you stop living for yourself, and you’re in a state of epic confusion, are you ever going to allow those maps to be yours?

So many decisions can leave a sour taste in your mouth, from several actions that mislead the mind to less than stellar places, forgoing what was right, to fully emerge in the wrong. It’s as if you were alive and breathing, but what you saw, what you felt, what you heard, had zero impact on anything.

Never being able to develop a true sense or path destroyed the inner beings of your soul. It’s caused a deeper wound to consistently shed blood, to always remember, to never forget that pain and anguish you dished out as easy as asking for a cup of tea.

These circles and games you play within your mind that pour into your current state will always cause harm if you allow it to seep into your conscience, dictating each and every move. How often you dream to stay on the beach, holding hands with souls of lost hearts, that can guide you to the next wave which will shift you into a more positive realm.

It’s as if you’re haunted by the chains that constantly dragged you down and kept you from achieving an ounce of freedom, always and forever leaving it’s mark among your sensitive skin.

A glance in the mirror shows the maps in which you’ve lead, but where does the next set of directions take you? How often you think of closing your eyes and moving past the wretched elements of stardom, but these elements continue to show the signs of a road with no return. A strip of pavement to continue on a lonely journey, one step at a time.



The Acacia Strain “JFC”

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