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As we have been driven by our fear state, we seek immediate gratification, relief. We turn to films and shows of the lives of others we can escape ourselves into until we become non-living even just for a moment. In our rooms, our doors close so we can exist in a virtual reality. We’ve stopped caring about one another. We can remember the last time we made friends with our neighbors, as we knocked to see if they can “come out and play” - as we grow older we grow logical and we have forgotten where our hearts are. The world confuses us into a pretend adulthood where we refuse to see ourselves as children once. That we in fact

I gently trace my fingers along the edges of where the mountain meets the tall baby blue above. My arms wave softly in the air as I follow the ridge like a maestro speaking language with a soundless caress I’m learning the mountains’ language reading the jagged rough like braille. I know you with my eyes closed in the darkness to which I imagine there - how I can smooth your edges Photo by Eberhard Grossgasteiger