What if?

What if the world changed? What if everything we knew, just crumbled and fell apart? Would we understand the changes? Would we have the courage to change with it?

Just some thoughts running through my head, maybe it will lead somewhere unexpected?

Tara/Terra?

Flagpoles like steel appendages, carrying tattered banners, reaching up to the celestial rooftop seeking refuge...

My skin aches for the warm kisses of the sun, it aches to be bathed in the yellow light. But the light is not yellow, but a hazy orange, filtered through the leaden cloud sky. The air is choking, marring the sky. No longer can I see blue fields, with white cushions foaming and frothing up above.

The ground below sparkles, hiding little gems, glinting and winking in the light. I cannot reach for them, they are not real, but the reaching is a give away. Something that shows that I do not belong. But I don't belong. I look around, instead of lush groves of trees, stone and steel surround me. I am becoming homesick.

I learned about clogged arteries, that sometimes happen in humans, choking the flow of blood. That's what I see, when I look at the pavement. Cement clogging the arteries of the Earth, keeping the flow of the land from moving freely.

How much did we try to control?

Pictures have chronicled the progress we made. How we tried to make things easier. But pictures fade, their subjects cannot last forever. Just like the structures we built. Nothing lasted in the wake of its finale.

Through all our technological advancements, through our medical miracles, we forgot about balance. In order to have warmth, we must know what it is like to be cold. In order to have life, we must know what it is like to die.

*I think that's all for now, I can't think of what else to add to this, but it's fermenting, I can feel it. It's there, it wants out. SLW