Dear Life as you may know
hope exist together with peace.
I know I’m lost
in the forest of poisonous thoughts.
I look to Mother Earth for guidance
of how to survive.
I thrive on a dream
that occurred to me last night.
I was a plant blooming in the woods.
I thought to be a rosette
with a diamond like crimson petals.
I turned to be a wild weed
with yellow and wilting leaves.
But I was a I troublesome bustard
, a rebel at heart and soul.
Humid air makes me breath in all the possible germs which can be found in this corrupted land. I enhale and exhale polluted air filling my lungs with dust. I imagine my two organs to be creased and covered in a thick trickly layer of little particles mixed with my inner fluids. Despite the fact of having dirty lungs I still venture outside admiring the world. It reminds me of life – it’s luck and misfortune. We have been beaten up to a pulp so many time yet we still get up and go.
I get off the tram, I walk past the cemetery with souls leaving and coming back to their eternal homes deep inside the Earth, I enter the dark and haunted park. I’m surrounded by wildlife. My heart fills with joy and tranquility. I forget about my troubles and worries. I allow Mother Earth to console me.
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