The Squalor of the Mind

The squalor of the mind: a rancid tourniquet clogging the truth of our hearts with toxic and virile thoughts.

A cognitive necrosis feeding on the flesh of our fears until we choke on the rinds of our lives. Yet in the severance of breath lies a void for limpid thinking, where the floods of a non-terminal death wipe clean the slate for new seeds to grow.

So cultivate without fear of the former, for squalor only enters through a mind abandoned.

And if the neglected mind is a passive invitation for squalor to reside, then a purpose found is a landslide set to wipe free the excrement contaminating the still sturdy foundations of a life tossed out.