With daylight dreams fade, that winding river I found disappears with the siren’s urgency. Noise,  the human condition showing its muscles. I sit surrounded by nature content but disenchanted with my species. This urge to escape never leaves my side, like a detached shadow leading the way. 

My bones ache for a better place and not “making the best of what you’ve got” that generic advice that we bow down to. What I have is a desire to walk away, away from these constant battles. Hatred has no resolve it feeds on our fears. Evil ideology has no logic and only in acknowledgment will it gain fruition.