Green Dust

Had a beer for the first time in a while I can say, Just a single one, And already I feel the need to bleed in a way. Feeling misunderstood is normal.. as the world grows colder. Connected in so many ways but the right It's like running through a maze in the dead of the night. Absent light, absent nature. The very thing I long for at this moment. To breathe without the taste of corruption or dust. Without so much weight; weighing invisibly on my shoulders. To hear the trees rustle in the wind again In a quiet hush. Without listening to cars pass by or parties blasting just around the bend. A place where I've gone but never been. I wish the world was more peaceful outside and in.. Sometimes I just wish it would all end. I hold onto hope that it gets better down the road. And try not to think too hard. Try not to explode. As there has been many bumps down my roads I get so fired up sometimes and It already feels like im burning in hell in mexico. I found myself here traveling and going to and fro. But I just hope someday il be somewhere familiar.. But better than what's already a memory of rust Somewhere fresh, somewhere lush. Green..even if it all is still just dust. And maybe a place that speaks the same language As my Spanish sounds terrible and yuck.