Some Say
Some would say that it’s just my wistfulness longing for younger days. Daydreaming or wishing for some far away place that I’m sentimental about. But it’s not and I know that because I want, in my right now, to set my hands in motion to build my life’s dreams outside of the confinements of others wild schemes that lead me away from the moments that I would sit down beside you to idly chide about concepts of nature, about poetic writings and prose, about sceneries and concepts of our thinking that births our wantings. Lives that we developed to interblend and course together with purpose to make our aliveness anew in our own likeness without ancient concepts of religions and governments, without postulations of societies needs, that formulated who we should be, where we could be, and how we must live out their designs of classifications and generational groupings in mass conglomerate industries who never care to know us. Some would say that I’m way too tradition...