I Stood in the swamp, absorbing the deafening tone, its vibrations echoing through the forest floor. Embarrassed and sad —for what society has done… All I could hear, all I could feel was the earsplitting thunder….Jet engines, screaming by, practicing for war that has not yet come. A place for solitude, momentarily destroyed —all of this, only to feed mans unconscious wit.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
I Stood in the swamp, absorbing the deafening tone, its vibrations echoing through the forest floor. Embarrassed and sad —for what society has done… All I could hear, all I could feel was the earsplitting thunder….Jet engines, screaming by, practicing for war that has not yet come. A place for solitude, momentarily destroyed —all of this, only to feed mans unconscious wit.