whispers of change

Why do we blame the clouds when it rains and not the droplets that deem the burden too heavy to carry? why is it that a crying child is hushed yet his silence is unwelcome when older? 

One can only bear so much, the bowl is not limitless

the river will run its course

the jackets have shrunken 

the hands call for the angelus

outgrowth is repulsed

change is demonized

anything beyond comprehension? idiocy.

Madness is, after all, synonymous to intellect.

~h.