Life, Love and What We Make of It (Part 1.)
The sky is crying, it’s tears plopping down onto the hot cement. As the steam rises from the yellow lined road I coast down a steep hill with the hope that maybe I will ride over the next hill and never touch road again. I will rise over the crest and the wheels will pick up off the ground and I will soar into the crying clouds. But for now, I am a girl in a top-down convertible with soaking wet hair.
The sky is peeing, it’s trickling stream raining down from the heavens to saturate the dry fields. It’s purpose is to just let it go, you gotta do what you gotta do. But the reaction of the Earth is a groaning sigh as it is nourished. It has the nutrients, the water (although altered) to suffice it’s needs. The needs of the Earth pertain to the needs of humanity. The needs of humanity pertain to how screwed up the government can twist those needs till they are exactly what can make money. The money, that grew on the trees originally which grew in the fields that the sky is peeing on.