The sounds of nature colliding with humanity’s industrialization and ruin of the purity of the outside world seep their way into my window and into my ears as the wind roars and thrusts my blinds back and forth nearly hitting me smack in the forehead immediately as I push the glass with my hands but they stick like molasses to the countertop when one misses the intended bowl while pouring amongst the other ingredients and I am unable to remove them.
My ears are pleasured by the collision but I do regret not being able to single handedly hear the sounds of nature separate from the blurriness mankind has inflicted upon it. Will we ever again hear, only, the sounds of the rainfall and great winds without hearing cars, trains, buses and children yelling to their siblings in anger about the changing of the channel while rotting their brains to their favorite television drama about actors their age living false lives of despair?
I intend to see, once again, hear, once again, feel, once again, nature’s motherly touch upon her creatures and upon me while I intend to express some thankfulness and regretfulness for destroying her beauty with my electricity and animosity, knowing it is not singly my fault but also the fault of my brothers, sisters, cousins, parents, grandparents and friends. I, although a bit scared and hesitant to admit this, do apologize to mother nature.
Understanding the great things we, as humans, have created, and not at all trying to undermine or demean these things, I write carefully with honesty and slight regret in the tone of my voice. Technology; oh, what a terrible dichotomy it fathers in my brain. I recognize the brilliance of such feats, but I long for the simplicity that can, now, only be created by cinematography and artists on screens, thus proving my separation from the aforementioned is irreconcilable.
Still, I fabricate false perceptions of reality which nullify my previous thoughts on the matter in my dreams while I sleep, causing me to truly understand that the mind is in absolute separation from the destruction of purity, as it proves to be something untampered with by my strongest detests, thus proving it to be something of pure nature. Perhaps I have it all wrong; in my jumbled speech does any of this really make sense to the reader or is it all more of a personal struggle that should remain silent?
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