Rebel Waste

A Mouth (Full/) of Serenity and Fireflies/ Rebel Waste

Fireflies is a metaphor. The synapses of dogs is a metaphor. The book is wrought (or rot) with metaphors, for the mind to then live til death, in search of fireflies. Everything! The insanity of seeing the world as it always is, before and after, now and then. I want to smash the jar, like a child's piggy bank of dreams! The black hole jar is an open ended, never ending metaphor. Metaphors make writing more than what it is, and makes writing what it will be. It is why we can reach out and take hold of nothing, but open our palms and behold everything. Each page breeds three. So read to read, or read to breed.