23. Awfuly Aware

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Here I am
Feeling every move I make.

Every little step
Every shaky breath.

And I feel
Every move ever made
Every breath, step, every pain.

Raiging through my chest
Ripping at my heart
Pounding in my head
Throbbing behind my eyes
Burning in my lungs.

As if I inhale all the smoke on this world
Take in every pollution
Drown in all the water
Burn under the sun
Dry out in the desert
Get burned by the bushfire
Hunger to death
Unable to breath, to flee, to fly, to walk, to cry, to scream, to run, only to die...
All at the same time.

Like all the living beings,
Unseen

Suffering
Because of us.

Because of the 'wealthy'
Which cannot stop,
Who never get enough
Until they will sell their very own lifes
Just to get enough?

~ last year

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