How?
How does one sees blooming ivies?
How does one, after a forest fire,
on the endless camp of grey, sees lotus making way through the ground?
How can all this be so hidden from me?
The carbon wilderness, with trees cut by half,
never grew to be like it used to.
The ashes didn't fertilize the earth or maybe
the fire just keeps burning.
It burned yesterday, burns today and I don't know when it started maybe...
maybe started tomorrow and will end yesterday.
I don't know.
But it burned every single one of the phloems of the trees,
every single possible fruit.
How can I be the only who doesn't see more than this?
How can I be the only who wishes to be a tree in this camp?
How can I be the only who understands that it's better if you don't understand?
I am tired of understanding,
of knowing whats wrong with this soil,
of knowing that nothing will fertilize the soil.
The soil is sick, hence the trees, hence the fire,
hence everything that helds upon it
How can you not see what I see?
How can you not put acid in my eyes?
How can you not put acid in my brain?
How?