I can feel my brain fighting against itself

It’s almost a physical pain

How desperately I am longing for that place last September.

I want to shout at them. tell them to be quiet, to enjoy this place without there noice

if I was a raven I would attack those people

or listen to music. like if everyone wants to hear their music

no, they seem to prefer to hear them chatter all the time

people who seem not to be able to just enjoy the music of the nature

and people. everywhere. always

Too much concrete and little patches of green

and there is nothing

But I know all the places around here

I have to find a place like that here

I feel free

I can hear the bees around me

I hear the wings of the birds that fly over my head

I feel like I could sit here forever

the sun feels warm on my skin

up the hill I sit down in the dry gras

he seems to enjoy the same as I do