Creativity641

Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.

Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.

Harder to get content and joy.

The old hay rake stands alone, all but forgotten.

The trees tower over it, youthful, green, and most importantly, remembered.

For the future of our world.

We need to be strong enough to stand up against those who wish to ruin it.

Say "We live here too."

"And even if it was just you here, it would still be wrong."

Out in the woods you think you know,

But can you really let it go?

You will not see me slipping through,

Ready to leave at first sign of heavy snow.

No signs of me, only of you,

The inside of everyone is two things:

Beautiful, like a flower in the woods.

And ugly, like the wars we choose to fight.

Yet, can't we find beauty in ugliness and ugliness in beauty?

I speak, you speak.

Together we share the emotions we’re feeling.

Giving and taking that wonderful thing called Empathy.

Together.

We speak our minds, cry together.

Share our fears, our thoughts, our feelings.