it's called choking: i miss looking up at the stars, seeing just how far the sky stretched in the abyss. Hints of the cornfields surrounding me, all green in their delicacy. I want to smell that fresh air, not smog that gets stuck in my hair. What happened to the lush green trees that i climbed as a girl?, because all i see are burnt things, un-blowing in the breeze. Our world is not what is used to be, yet neither are we. So ill just stay choking on the air i am supposed to breath, and pretend im okay, with the world forced upon me...
Is this good?