I see the truth. When I’m in a jungle. Walking on the green. Encircled by it.
Calmed by its unadulterated warmth. It’s the faces I fear. The untruths. The illusions…
It’s always the opaque eyes. The fraudulent smiles. The polite assurances.
The unfettered promises.
Insentient skeletons. They fill my reality. My nightmares.
I look for the wild. The buzzing-with-insects wild. The infested with venomous snakes wild.
I know I can face that. I know I will survive that.
It’s the faces, I fear. The concrete towns. The unfeeling hearts. The empty souls.
Let me walk back to the jungle one more time.
One last time. Before I return to my life. My reality. My nightmare.