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The walls were everywhere, cold, grey, and isolating;
breath was not realized as _eyes, always shifting, were trying to figure 
out an escape. 
The mind and the heart were nowhere profound enough to compute a
realistic simulation as to lead out of the imprisonment.
Through concrete laced webs on undistinguishable ancient land he found
his only daily escape, a sort of meditation in free-moving, yet physiologically
secluded rides on a bicycle. 
He had not consciously realized the immensity of
his desire to be with the trees, to be in the forest where real home is...
but every time he'd explore, the tiny slices of grass, the changing weather or groves of fancy trees, flowers, and small urbanized animals still connected him to the source of his being.
Gloom, however, casted over him, until, after much life change of situation -worse before it got better- he connected with his own consciousness and regarded nature as his ultimate comforter and path. 
He was much too young to have any say in the situation he was living in back then, the city was a prison with negative-talk and bountiful limitation in every direction. He just wasn't informed on how to make it any better while he was there. From the realization of great practices such as meditation he has raised his awareness, improved cognition, and freed his spirit simultaneously from mental and even physical limitations. 
He's free now, and he yearns to travel through the patches of wilderness that earth has graciously provided, and good men have protected & preserved.

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