the scent of petricore gets me everytime reminiding me of times where I wandered lonely roads surrounded by those I never really known they too wandering alone we a collective of objective souls learning lessons without teachers unable to see a future. for our minds clouded with badminded aspirations of making it in a scheme not designed for any of us to actually be free the concrete fooled us into thinking we were rambunctious nights drunk and high surrounded by fake friends really enemies in diguise designed to undermind minor acheivements they were unable to reach envy breading jelousy begetting voilence amongst the collective who unknowingly were the same trapped in such an evil game slaveminded believing we were woke these concrete streets always watching causing the collective to isolate themselves even more loneliness was such a potent drug so many bad choices made searching for someone to get me even though I never did the law of attraction attracted only those who lived exactly the way I had grimey knee deep in it constant survival mode suriving crabs in a bucket syndrom so many grey and rainy days filled with stress and dismay heartache and pain constant thoughts that Id never make it out of this place filled my mind space each and everyday these streets almost had their way with me the scent of petricore gets to me everytime bringing me back to the days it always rained where I was lost and alone in constant pain unsure of my worth upon this earth believing life to be such a curse trapped in such a dark space yearning sunrays before I escaped before I escaped such a long winding road one I travelled many years carrying such a heavy load before I escaped RichardAundrae2021 more