The Art Of Chaos 

At times my mind gets lost in the thoughts of survival, the thoughts of doubt and thoughts of nothingness. All the energy is exploding on the walls; I remember being a child, kicking over anthills and watching the balls of life scatter with urgency. I was a little boy and suddenly I am a ant. Running with fire, running with no help. The stings burn and we continue to grow from our own pain, the ant is me and I am only one of many. 


Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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