Write the truth for a minute. Write about the world. Write about the beauty of the world and the blood with which the portrait is painted. Write about how wonderful and breathtaking the valleys are and forget how much breath was stolen for you to be able to experience this. Write about the truth just for a minute. Write about the growth of the global metropolis and the evergreen forests and ignore the ever destructive line of distinction between the two. Write about nature , it’s mystery and it’s complexity and how the human consciousness will never be able to decode the cosmic puzzle and turn a blind eye to the brutal rape of the mysterious mistress that is Earth.
Write about the truth for a minute. Just for a minute. Speak about the truth for a minute. Then make sure you shut the fuck up. The valley is beautiful. The wind is light. Jumping would take half a second.
