Mother nature moved out a long time ago. She was not able to breath anymore when the grey tide came and flood her lungs. The only river carving through the concrete is made of steel (and) it‘s not that spirit-soothing as it should be. (I‘m sure that) she would have provided us a perfect tree and we‘d live along with all the other earthlings in a big treehouse close to the sea. Oh what a DREAM. I am trying to recall the singing of the nightingale but its way to loud. The noise devours every single verse and I’m slowly sinking down to the ground. I am drifting from one stream into another just as a tiny drop getting caught up in a massive maelstrom. I am lost but no one minds. No one cares. They‘re all just too fascinated by the glaring mobile lights. No, this is not where I belong – it‘s not a place to fall in love. I‘m struggling to reach the surface again. I receive a helping hand. My saving grace! …And in the next moment he‘s vanished without a trace. The neon lights will never ever shine as bright as the twinkling stars. The Milky Way leads me into the green. Two oaks are the last witnesses of former times. The wildlife has long gone. I need a rest. The bench held by their roots will be my roofless home for tonight. A person tries to find a resting place in my neighborhood. It‘s the man who saved me from the deep. At the moment he‘s not the superhero he used to be. He‘s wandering aimlessly. All hope has gone. The flowers are slowly fading. Leave me be. You should better leave me be. No! Please join my journey. Come with me. Boy, its not that simple to get away. Run and try to make the best of every day.
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