Wavering All Over the Place.

indecisiveness
[indecisive]
1. unable to decide: unable or reluctant to make decisions generally or to come to a decision about something in particular
2. without a clear outcome: not producing a clear result, especially a clear victory for somebody
[took that from a microsoft encarta; i no plagiarize!]

Ever have that moment when you're ready to tell someone something, something that is obviously important to you, that it totally bugs you? You have the right words written down, but you trash it. You hit the backspace button, or you tear the paper to shreds. Was it a feeling that came over you that made you unsure of their response? Or was it that you just felt that person was not ready to hear it, or your info was not ready to be told to anyone?


It's so easy for other people.
Society messed me up, the people i know, love, and care for.
It's how I grew up, how i was indirectly told to live.

Fuuudge, i have problems.

Alexxjang.

Care About the World, People!

“Hazel”

When she’s outside, she could feel the pulses of life around her;

They came from the wind that blew against everything outside.

The sounds of rustling leaves and the flutters of the birds,

An imagination created in her mind that separated her from the crude reality.

Her sense of direction was one with nature.

The random signs that always lead her directly to her destinations;

“When we get to that Hazel tree, we’re going to go over that overpass and turn right”

She could always imagine the map of her town based around the elements of nature.

The city was shaped and formed around nature,

That’s they way she believed it should be at least.

All the old trees that inspired her true sense of imagination,

They were supposed to remain there to inspire the rest of the world.

One day, the energy the sun, the trees, the dirt, the animals, the wind gave her disappeared.

The Hazel tree and many others were being taken down.

It wasn’t like she lost all sense of direction,

But she did lose her comfort in the world.

The smallest of changes the world makes for a few more peoples’ convenience.

Human connection with nature has been silenced,

And the rest of the generations to come will never have the experience

To feel the beauty and comfort nature gives.

Dead jack rabbits on the road, the birds have flown away.

The spot the Hazel tree was, was overtaken by another gas station,

She wants to complain to the world, but they all just shrug and say, “what ever”.

She wants to create a new beginning for nature.

A new tree is given a chance in the community.

The scarlet was donated from the local tree foundation to promote beauty and life;

She knows that it is tough for any living thing but humans to have a say on earth,

But she also knows that she will speak for them and stand as tall as they do to protect them…

As they have done for her for many years.

Alexxjang