I walk down a familiar path, glazed over just as it usually is with fresh rain.
This path drifts me down to pacific boulevard back against the mountains
In search of a place that’s a little less empty.
I imagine all the things I could do
Take a photograph to capture this moment,
So when I look back I'll see just what I wanted to see.
Create moments that were never really there.
Fill in those spaces to make you feel a little less empty.
The beach is divided on a greyscale.
Ranging, and ready to roam.
But when waste floods our shores instead of being cascaded by the tallest trees all that draws my attention is a man cooked out of his mind.
It’s hard not to see his soul screaming.
A friend ripped from the very fabric of time.
One day to be taken back to whatever place we all came from.
My mind races as I look for something to fill a void so vast.
My own thoughts start to twitch when I hear cheers from balconies.
Unmotivated people sinking back into an unmotivated world.
I understand why it's hard.
Hard to see that the sun is always there.
Hard to see that clouds form nothing but a vail
An illusion that masks even the brightest of blue skies.
We need to remember, we were brought here with a purpose.
Just as each creature is destined to contribute to the never-ending circle of life.
We could be the gardeners of the earth.
Protectors of the planet.
Instead of the villains, we believe ourselves to be.
We need to remember to look up every once in a while.
We need to remember that behind this veil lies a blanket of stars and within it our very own map to the universe.
This place is anything but empty.
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