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i belong to the trees

the mountains call me. there is river water coursing through my veins and at night i dream of woodland creatures living in my trunk and crawling through my branches. i used to go bare foot all summer, but when i moved here the concrete bloodied my feet and people constantly voiced their concerns-what about the glass, the cigarette butts, the disease? it's a bit funny to me that i dream of a home land i've never actually belonged to. in this present manifestation i have only ever lived in cities. i am urban. i am suburban. but i have never felt as if i belonged. i was taking the bus home recently and i saw a large white animal run across the street. for the brief instant it crossed my vision my heart leapt for joy-a wolf! my spirit animal! but seconds later i was back in reality and knew it was far more likely a dog. but a dog that had escaped. the realization broke my heart as i instantly related to this creature. wolf had always been my spirit animal because of its lone wolf qualities, and yet still thriving and needing a pack. but most of all it was its wilderness that attracted me. i thought this was something i had retained, but i almost burst into tears with an overwhelming feeling that i was slowly becoming domesticated. the dog that ran away was enjoying his freedom rushing through the neighbourhoods in the dark of night, but how long until they found him and took him back? after being comfortable and pampered for so long, how long could a dog even last in the true wild? the greatest paradox of my own Life is how uncomfortable comfort makes me. i want to be challenged. i want to have a Life aligned with nature. i want to breath clean air and eat clean food and roll around in the grass with someone until our bellies ache from laughter. a seemingly simple request. yet none of this was afforded to me in the city. and all of this just a dream. a dream i cling to as i fall asleep each night to the sound of traffic whirring by. a dream i cling to as i pass by all the perfectly beautiful yet tasteless produce at the grocery store. a dream i cling to as i watch each passing face, and patiently wait to see the same glint of wilderness in someone else's eyes.
Written by rainbow_sunshine (Wendy)
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