Deep-trash Diving

Trekking in a desert that resembles more of a jungle. It’s a task for your feet to move as sweat pours down your red-beaten face. Confidence is washed away along with the sweat and uneasiness takes the reigns; realizing what we’ve done makes you uncomfortable.

This disaster is a matter of selfishness and our inner-animal is clawing through our flesh; our entire existence. Maybe we should of bought snorkels – to deep-sea dive into a place we created full of things that no longer interest us; it’s all about the now. So now I’m going home. So now I’m putting this uneasiness out of my head. So now I’m keeping my greed and now I’m leaving it up to you.