Friday, April 8, 2016

Environmental Protection 102

It's such a hard phase when I lose my independence. I lost my freedom. No chains or cuffs were involved, but the entrance of a new experience that became a temporary constant before willfully exiting. I may have been breathing smoggy air for the last five or six years and I eventually became used to it, despite many objections and appeals for an alternative situation. But then, a breath of fresh air descended into my existence and elevated me to a heavenly state. Genuine smiles became my norm; I resumed the need to duly impress and keep close this fascinating change. Only for the fresh air to lose interest in my smoke-filled lungs, mark its withdrawal and become an estranged sensation once more.

And now, I'm suffocating.

I've survived smog and will survive it once more.