Forests that spent hundreds of years flourishing are flattened in a single day Construction sounds that keep me up at night from the new fracking site I can't bear to crest another hill and see a desolate dirt pile where there was once a green sea of leaves Cranes have pushed out the animals that once inhabited the dense forest barren landscapes replace all life Human destruction is so much faster than mother nature's graceful hands exponential progression toward the end
Life lies within the terror of a trembling hand held above a new, clean, white page Excitement and hesitation entangled within an instant sacrificing potential for something palpable The fearful finality of ink on paper the necessary decision to destroy what could be to give form to something that truly is Life and death in a single stroke of a pen the bleeding stain of creation that satisfies as it stings
The wicked humor of humanity is distraction sold as a delicacy the art of always having too much power and opulence taking the place of happiness rising above the supposed stupidity of our ancestry, of all lesser beings perpetual progress opined by those who have forgotten intention productivity over purpose mistaking momentum for meaning drugged and disconnected digging deeper holes into delusion dancing frantically towards our own destruction the legacy of becoming lost
Protect the Innocent 