I miss when the cactus's stung me by the touch of my hand, when the hot air that used to make my hair wet, and the adrenaline in me stirred up at danger who was at every corner and at every alley. Though my dreamland is slowly crumbling as I talk, I still want to feel it's weird touch of danger and freedom.
This new home I call a prison, is disguised as the suburban kids who roar at the people who made them, it's disguised as the hood kids who wield guns and a vicious mindset. But its tricked my people, tricked them like the land tricked its people. Land of the free is deception to its prisoners, McDonalds is the poison food they feed them.8964 copyright protection341ＰＥＮＡＮＡTo5fgRkz0b 維尼
I miss the tales my grandma used to tell me, I miss her farm that held the chickens and pigs I used to admire. But most of all, I miss my family, my blood that staid behind, they said they stay true to the mother tree they grew from. An apple does not climb up the higher and mightier tree, they stay with the tree they grew from, whether it is dying or not, this tree is their mother, and the children stay with the mother, sick or healthy. 8964 copyright protection341ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39HxZoYqy1 維尼
But not only that, if the tree has infestation, her children won't leave her to die. Though they cannot heal her, they stay with her, they try to not notice her passing away, and they feed her the most soup and medicine they can until they see their mom standing. I admire my cousins for staying, they are the loyal children who staid.8964 copyright protection341ＰＥＮＡＮＡoVmWRz1RQp 維尼ns220.127.116.11da2