See You Later.

See you later.

There is no fucking need to be raising your voice inside. The man was an ordinary shape and figure. He has weight around his waist. It was probably attributed to horrific diet, sugars, copious amounts of beer and inactivity. He was talking to another man in a coffee shop. It was probably a co-worker. The walls were beige, with various symbols and designs adorned along the corners of the wall. It was a poor mans Starbucks coffee shop and here are these two men talking loudly, aggressively and the entire store just kept going on with their day or conversation. The sound of some generic jazz band in the background played to provide a symphony for this strange behavior. I could imagine what would happen next. The man parts way only to return to home to enjoy his dessert. Half a pack of cigarettes smoked in succession of one another. Cold, cheap domestic beer to ail the dryness of tobacco while listening to country music and throwing darts. It’s a strange thought and a thought that I spent my morning on. Why? Why not? What else is there to do when you’re wasting away in a generic coffee shop spending money you barley own on shite coffee to just feel like you exist. I am my own worst enemy. I am my only friend.

The wind is damp. The rain had settled from the brief thunderstorm mid afternoon. It was one of those days that just danced between two different mediums. It was too hot and muggy, then it was too cold and damp. Weather is just another word. There is no weather. It is just earth systems becoming frustrated and releasing a world of bullshit. The earth is angry from all the abuse it receives from all the shite we do to ruin it. It is blazing warm. The earth is sad from the level of toxicity and death that occurs. It is pissing tears of rain. The earth is lonely as each of it’s creations face extinction with each longing day. Winter has arrived. It’s strange isn’t it?

The park is riddled with trash. The earth isn’t surprised. I am not surprised. I’m saddened. The park is a national sign of childhood. It is carefree and senseless fun. The slide that utilizes gravity to move you from an upper level to a lower level. The monkey bars that simulate what it is like to fling from branch to branch as our fellow apes. I never spent much time at the park. I was a drifter. I’d walk and just walk. Observing the trees and grass. The wildlife and environment. It brought me a sense of familiarity. The real world. The contemporary world however is an illusion. The plethora of shops, vehicles, noises, and distractions is overwhelming. It’s hard to find peace in the simple things yet people seem to be doing it. I think they’re just brainwashed but maybe I’m the odd one? It’s hard to conjure such thoughts when there are so many co-existing, living like this while you question it. Am I sick? I never wondered, but perhaps I’m short-circuiting in contrast to the rest of the world.

I can hear the music playing outside a local clothing store. It is some very fast, simple electronic drum track. It sounds like a sing-song rhythm poem with a simple rhyme scheme to amuse the masses. A jingle that could invoke a sense of fun while shopping and trying on clothes made by practically slave labor. How exotic? I’m designer. Nah, that aint it. It’s just clothes. A fancy name paired with an even fancier named material and stitched with a simple, yet noticeable logo. Advertisements cause me therapy. They should be banned. What if there were advertisements that could actually help you instead of exploit you? I’m not crazy. This planet is infected.

Trees are to dollars as cars are to flowers and I’m just a fucked up girl looking for peace of mind while confiding in nature. What is the nature of lifestyle if you take away nature? I dream of a world where we trail along the trails of various mountains. I see myself and others walking up moutain ranges in Nova Scotia. I can smell and taste the salt water of the Atlantic ocean. I’m holding hands with a stranger. We are jumping off a cliff into a lake. The adrenaline is like a shock traveling through a wire. It inches up my vein invoking fear and energy. I’m one with nature. Fragile like the earth just waiting to sail away into the horizon of the blue bountiful, and beautiful ocean.