Caged Wolf.

Beauty is what surrounds me but maybe it is the beauty that makes it so wrong...?
It is incomplete...utterly incomplete. Most of the flowers have bloomed and some have died. Fireflies are everywhere constantly flying, constantly searching. Up above the leaves change colors influencing my mood...

What is this feeling? This longing for something more? Why must I not enjoy what I have? Does this make me human or selfish?

No...this makes me jealous. The flowers bloom without a care in the world, the fireflies fly where they please, and the leaves switch colors without anyone judging them for they are still beautiful.

Because I am human...because of society...because of history... I am caged. I am that animal being teased at the zoo...I am that goldfish stuck in a tank. Iam that child in Africa starving for food but with no way of getting it. Iam the world...stuck in ignorance of what has, is, and will happen.

Understanding what we are missing or what we arent.

That moment when someone texts you and you respond without knowing who they are. >< I wish I could remember everyone, but at the same time I wish I couldn't remember a single thing. Start out fresh you know?  To start off fresh new...how great would that be? I'm jealous of babies... so innocent and so curious about everything. They are able to look at the world unknowingly happy and even though they cant express themselves quite yet. They don't have to. You can tell almost anything from their eyes and its that sweet innocence that I miss the most. Not knowing a thing about hurt or know a thing about danger and deceit.