We talk late into the evening about our world and how it is rapidly changing.
I look into your tired eyes and see my own anguish.
Wrapped up like cotton wool, unaware that human security can no longer keep me safe.
You tell me of a time gripped in fear, robbery, muggings, rape murder.
Thoughts numbed by drunken laughter, stumbling home, damp beds, vomit, empty chatter.
It is the endless noise that I find hardest.
I think of the birthing innocents of spring, sea’s whispering breeze, bees humming.
Reprise, a moment, nothing lasts forever.
Nothing lasts in this man made world of synthetic screens, credit cards, neon lights.
Worried faces going nowhere.
Gentle nature, crumbling into a massive heap of concrete matter.
I cannot think.
It is easier to forget, ignore the truth.
I retreat within in search of peace.
A quiet perfect sanctuary.
I can as yet still go there.