This is a piece that i wrote after a very emotionally-charged day. The events depicted in this are true, but not told in full.
we overlook the landscape scarred and torn with concrete. beauty, awe, perfection--sold away and deformed. It really puts things into perspective looking on it from up here.
a young boy approaches us. he sits. before we know it, he's sobbing. he's suicidal, needs some help. what brought him to this point? why does he want to die? what kind of culture is this that makes everyone so ready to leave this world? he was a reminder that we need to fight for those being trampled over.
migratory birds are dying off. there's only 1% of native prairie grasses left and the birds are suffering because of it. these words i read on some fancy sing explaining the "natural" history of the land. so casually telling a tragedy.