I yearn to take up space in a wilderness that lives inside me, the lands I’m made of. When water wasn’t monetised and placed in a poison called plastic. And nature wasn’t hurting the way she is now, and live the feral that I know I am. The wild that screams for expression and not live under a code of oppression, of falseness and superficial happiness.
Hearing the internalised screams of grief and rage suppressed under materialism and capitalism with every living being you connect with just wanting to breathe and burn away the sickness too many believe in.
Feeling the sadness from the lack of connection and interconnectedness our ancestors are screaming to return to. To remember the respect and integrity we had for all life and the soil we honoured, and the celebration through ceremonies of life and death.
I remember, and we fight on.
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