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I went into the desert. I felt reborn. I watched the sunset; no noise, just the wind, the sand, and me. I had no regrets. No wishes. No wants. No worries. My sadness was gone - scared away. Now I'm on a bus - back to the city. The bus full of noisy teenagers lost in the age of technology; the cars racing by at 120km per hour. The buildings blocking the sunset; the street lights flipping off the sun; the radio towers standing straight; the planted trees on the side perfectly cut. Man made perfection. My sadness slowly stretching itself out within my skin.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Man Made Perfection
I went into the desert. I felt reborn. I watched the sunset; no noise, just the wind, the sand, and me. I had no regrets. No wishes. No wants. No worries. My sadness was gone - scared away. Now I'm on a bus - back to the city. The bus full of noisy teenagers lost in the age of technology; the cars racing by at 120km per hour. The buildings blocking the sunset; the street lights flipping off the sun; the radio towers standing straight; the planted trees on the side perfectly cut. Man made perfection. My sadness slowly stretching itself out within my skin.
people need to get outside - become one with nature. After all it is where we come from; how can we be happy if we're not home.
athea-hillman
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
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