I miss carefree days
…before smoke filled the air
and storms battered us left and right
(seems like now it’s a choice of extremes)
…before fear of walking in daylight
even worse at night
…before being forced to carry my papers
hoping they even give them a glance
because there’s money to be made…
in housing bodies
turning humans into digits…
commissions…
as humanity…
individuality…
ceases to exist
can we go back to a brighter tomorrow?








A ramble that needed to be written, Willow. Feel you on this piece.
Never sure where they’ll land once I get rolling. I’m glad it made sense. Thank you, Daniel 😊
this is the sad truth ❤️
I wish it wasn’t. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
I second this motion Willow.
Join us at the bonfire. We have marshmallows. Thank you, Fia 😊
Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can relate to my friend. When I ramble I call it a musing. lol. And you hit this one out of the park. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
I’m riding the Struggle Bus, front row here. But over halfway now, so I’m still rolling, I guess. Thank you, my friend 😊
You can ramble anytime you like if this is what is produced….10/10
🙏
Thank you, Peter 😊