JēP.M.

Drola’s Introduction/Goal:
If we’re all being honest,
We’re not.

In moments where so much is happening…
Are you?

I find times like this to be a good opportunity to not.

More often lately in the matters of mattering, do they really?

Between each distraction there’s lingerings of an essence that we’ve long forgotten.

The Earth is witnessing more than it can experience.

Gravely unserious things have been. Yet, one can find there to be such serious matters between the material that we coalesce.

Although, many may be deaf to the songs of the even. For meaning may mean means are mean.

No one likes being of many, but …we are. We crave communal belonging whilst yearning for something identifiably custom. I’d like to think one may come to the conclusion that they may have just been looking for self.

As. We. All. Are.

It is to be said with utmost certainty that the us you’ve found may be the us you seek.

And here we may be.

Though, there we are not.

For it is not.

But this,

This is Drola.