Why must something so close feel so far away? Why must something so lovely also be as big and

scary as the ghosts hiding under my nail beds? I long for a real world away from these suburban city

streets reeking with the secrets and secretions of the American  middle class. I long for green trees

wrapped around the throats of skyscrapers in an attempt to get them to listen. I wish to see men and

women locked in an embrace as strong as love but quite the opposite as they walk lazily to their ever

present corporate bloodlines.