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Birds are chirping

Not like before

Vehicles loudly droning past

I don’t like the city

People piled on people

The energy of the area is frenetic

And I don’t know if that’s a lingering trauma

Or the drone of some thousand souls all in one place

I don’t feel like people are supposed to be piled on top of each other

And I am sick of people telling me that reality is “just life”.

As if everything we see wasn’t manufactured from someone’s nightmare of a brain

As if we couldn’t have gone with another vision

I feel lost here

There is no spirit of the forest around me

The Ocean is nearby

And I need to go see it

But I cannot take the Ocean on to land with me

I can only simulate it when I drink water and imagine it is all around and within me

The water that has separated itself from the Ocean

And you can see Spring here

Trees placed as decoration

Not greeted, nor revered

The wildness cornered

As soon as the trees get too big

Step out of the human expectations

Become a “problem”

They will be unceremoniously destroyed

They will not see the ages of their ancestors

They are token nature

Nothing more

Why did we do this?

It wasn’t for everyone’s benefit

I can assure you a comfortable peasant had more free time and community than most people who occupy the peasant class with a fancy new label now

And it baffles me

We grew in some ways and not in others

We largely* figured out not to kill each other

*= most of the population wouldn’t kill someone for no good reason, it’s the few with too much power and the drones who follow, the monsters in our society we gave control of everything

We’re learning how to treat sick people

Mentally different people

But this life?

This so called developed life?

A city filled with people wandering the streets at night screaming their pain

Why did you do this?

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