We Are So Disconnected
We are so far away from the wild woods and unkempt grasses. From the towering mountains and crystalline waters. We don’t know which way is North and we don’t know our way home.
We are homeless. Stuck somewhere between what we’ve built and what we’ve destroyed. We can’t return to where we came from, because everything has changed.
The air is heavy with regret. The oceans ebb with sorrow. The trees sway with forgotten dreams.
We don’t know where we belong. Trapped in concrete jungles, with blaring sirens, honking cars and blinking blinding lights.
Stuck in our little machines on our way to our little boxes, checking our little boxes to see if anyone liked our boxes. We feel small. It feels empty.
All the while truth whispers quietly, muffled by city sounds.
I don’t know where I belong. Stuck somewhere between what I’ve built and what I’ve destroyed. I don’t know where I’m headed. I don’t know what the answer is. I don’t know how to fix the problem. I don’t know how to heal these wounds. I don’t know if I can face this climb. I don’t know what I will find.
I yearn for deep wet earth and fresh warm sunshine. A simpler life…and someone to hold my hand.
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About the author:
Olivia Katz is a Los Angeles based photographer, writer, commercial actor and yogi. Her passion for photography and writing grew out of a love for observing and understanding the world around her. She hunts for beauty and light, sometimes in unpredictable places.
“Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.”
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