Nature.
We crave the sight, the smell, the sound, the feeling of a breeze as our feet sink into the sand.
Why is it, then, that we cannot detach ourselves from the tweets and the texts and the pics and the posts?
However, when we are among the trees, no one sees nature the same.
Some feel the need to protect this great beauty.
Some see the possibility of monetary gain from its destruction.
Many feel nothing.
The people I call my friends feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
What I can see is different, though: Ever-changing land.
Invisible changes, even though we are aware of them occurring.
Land naturally curving and bending where we have allowed it.
Water rippling from the infinite life underneath.
Animals attempting to survive off of what nature can supply them.
I see all this, yet I feel nothing.
I feel no remorse. I feel no hope. I feel no happiness. I feel no peace. I feel nothing.
I feel nothing because in my life, there will always be nature’s beauty, if not in the world then in my mind.
I will go back to my life of screens and give no second thoughts to what still exists outside. I will feel nothing.
All I can feel, I feel for the more prominent aspects of my life.
For school. For family.
For her.