Be who you truly are.

As I look to the sky when being driven in the car, I see emerald green trees, matching soft white clouds; I think to myself how it may be all that is pure left in this world.

Here on the ground I know what will take place, conflictions and resolutions alike, nothing is uninspected, nothing is worth the time of day, only in dreams do I have the chance to roam free, no doubt in my mind.

Up in the sky is a world of possibilities, a place where every last stupid thought could be true, across the far stretch of the universe, could be the opposite of me, thinking the same thoughts as I am at this moment.

Mother nature will not judge you, nor will she boast, she has no reason for cruelty, and no room for hate, she is a friend to all and a mother to some, she inspires and pushes us to be better, she shapes us for freedom, and most of all, loves us as miraculous creations, but is this a lonely dream?

I am no better than the birds and the bees, a bee may sting me for the sake of stinging, and I may pollute for the sake of myself, the outcome means no more to me than the rubbish I dump, or the tree I cut down, life may be disposable to some as long as someone else may clean up the mess.

As I lie in my bed, I watch streaks of lightening pass through the sky, I feel the grumbling of a bitter old man named thunder, he is woken from his slumber, by what I like to think is a little child; lightening, who likes to play in thunders yard, or as we see it, the sky.

I wonder if they know I watch them, bored with servility, and worn out with decorum, I watch them, jealous of their freedom to make noise, to roar, to shout, I am trapped within this shell, they call it properness, the way we are forced to act, I only wish to be like the sky, un-bothered and colourful.

Why are colours so dangerous? You can’t mix, and match, and why are we now to follow structure? Is it forced from those who are unable to be un-caring, are we squeezed into structure because they are natural within structures walls?
I sit in the corner of my room and think about all of this, and only one solution, one answer, runs through my mind

I am me

I do not give two shits what you think of me

I am different

You may not force me to be like you

I am how Mother Nature intended

Beautiful in my own right.