We could bring our hearts together as one for Valentine’s. Both you and I. If only your soul was as pure as a meadow, covered in snow. [I Wanna Touch The Sky]

But all I see are lumbering monsters. Hands cold, from the lack of warmth nature could provide.

Hard and mechanical hands. Weighted by all the clamoring of materialism life has encrusted on top of the human shells true form.

We have become symbiotic as a species. We can not live without it telling us to obey. It watches us. We have forgotten our ancestors. The way they toiled without the machine that seems to live and breathe for us. Tell us our mind. When to sleep and when to rise. What to like as it forms the worlds opinions so blatantly to our faces. We no longer learn from ourselves.

But by what has already been said. We can not see how long we hold our breath underwater for we already fear drowning.

Arise from the waters yourselves. Breathe in the oxygen which once filled your lungs as a newborn babe.

Mothers raise your children yourselves. Teach them the talent of art. Of poetry. Of fairytales. The forgotten classical music, erodes by sexualized fancies of corporate studios with their messages only reaching the lesser instincts. When we have so much more to taste and see and feel.

ne fais qu'un avec ta propre voix.