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I wrote this about a year ago I guess. I was in my room, wishing I could just become part of nature and not be bound to humanity.
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All smells familiar,
all sounds familiar.
salt of water
grass, freedom.
Wind through sable palms,
ocean waves, tides, calm.
nature of nature,
sounds, smells, sight,
blue upon blue upon green
that bring fourth night.
Inticing, playful.
It calls.
It calls to the nature of nature within me.
Because it is home,
because it is familiarity.
How it calls!
I should leap from my window,
disperse into millions of pieces,
and ride the wind.
Freedom would engulf me,
sweet freedom.
As tasteful as the salt in the air.
As prominant as the grass.
I am pulled, yearning release.
I want to become a million pieces.
Give me this freedom.
Let me see the depths of cold waters.
Let me be immersed.
Let me be one with the horizon.
The sun calls me.
But more so, nature.
What keeps me?
I do not wish to think of.
Even as I do, the call lessens,
I become bound to this industry.
It is suffocating.
Suffocating when I can hear and smell
what calls so close.
Responsibility, duties, humanity keeps me.
Why must I be leashed to this body?
No, I can't blame the ties.
I created them.
Family, friends, dreams, sorrows, amibitions, sins.
These tether us. Chain us.
But our ties are what make our bodies livable.
It would be impossible to break them.
But I can dream.
 Qua Quidam · Sun Jun 22, 2008 @ 03:30am · 0 Comments |
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