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.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
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.
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