I don't Know Yet

Introduction

In a perfect world, people would be able to express their pain and be free from any prejudice and misplaced discrimination. We wouldn't live in a void of hate nor a world of counterfeit hope.

In the beginning, Oneidis was a city and town of prosperity and frugality., People talked about how beautiful it was, like wanting to steal a look at a girl but looking away because you know deep down it's too good to be true., when you could trust everyone and there was equal opportunity. The town itself probably was a good place for some, but now we're here in 2040, and all the good that people left around the city is a memory waiting to pass. Tall buildings that had concrete walls and doors are now just structural beams, the supposed blue sky that lifted people is now a souless gray, everywhere you looked there was something rundown, scraps of junk metal scattered over fields, houses that appear as domes, with the structural integrity of a cardboard box. My once childhood favored place Lady Lake of Oneidis, truly dried out, here the People had right to vote, a right to their own body, have a voice, a chance to change, truly a piece of fiction called utopia was Oneidis. Time and lies change people when they're not already unhappy. They say to get trapped in your own mind is dangerous when you live here now, Frankly, I don't know what they mean, I myself stay in my head because it beats the waves of hopelessness the already small population gives out. My name is Dove, a funny name for the unsuspecting person. I live in that so called beacon of hope, and after 23 years of living, in it, I can say, if the day of reckoning or reconcile ever comes I hope I'm not there to watch it all go down. On a given day, you wake up, go to your job, and not utter a word to anyone else. The simplest thing is, everyone's job is the same. In the one big factory that still managed to keep its strength, the "U" stood for the United." I assume it thought of, to be more of a gathering place, a place to make friends and share their lives, too bad, they didn't foresee the changes that came. Being that everyone's job is the same, we assemble. The beams that scatter most of this place that hold air and no integrity, we continue to make. The purpose? I would give my last dollar to know, to understand why beams that hold emptiness are favored more than four walls, with laughter and joyous occasions.