A More Ambiguous Perspective.
I can’t hear the sound of a beating heart that bleeds beyond a system that is falling apart.Anonymous
As I Live and Breathe
As I live and breathe so does the world around me. I feel as though ill melt into the tree as it leaves its imprint on my back. I connect to the ground through the dirt between my fingers. I watch the shrubs and green things take a breath and relax on a gust of wind. I hear the cicadas, as their noise becomes the silence. I feel the occasional worker crawl over my leg to get back on his path. I realize the energy of the things that don’t know it but rely on each other. As I live and breathe so does the world around me. As I live and breathe so does the world around me. The greens shines like the dense wealth of a thousand men. The hot sand punishes the feet of those who pass over it. The creatures, all with a mission of instinct, fighting the nature in their path. The selfish cycle repeats once and once again for the earth to get its fill. The life of a big creature with sand caught in its claws. The fear of a small creature with too many big creatures to bear. As I live and breathe so does the world around me. -Eli B.