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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