Disconnected, and in Search

They lead me towards the door hastily. A kind of putrid light came through the cracks around the metal bolted door. Some sand blew in from outside and gave voice to my steps as I neared the door. One of the two armed guards that were escorting me out stepped forward and unlached the door. Light flooded my vision and I deemed my eyes traitors for making me miss my first sight of freedom.

The sound of the crowds of people bounce down the walls of the alley, and they humm as if they were alive. They always hummed. There was hardly ever silence. Few people even know what true silence is anymore. The humming saturated silence, so it became silence. People are as much fools as their senses, because they believe they are the world they inhabit. The two suns exactly above eachother, draws me out towards the city.

The city seems the most impressive balance between civilization and nature. Viners with thick deep green leaves run up the antennas and the sides of the buildings, yet the buildings and the steel never rust. Rivers flow through the bottom of the buildings and through undergrown tunnels. The buildings seem organic, in their shape and in their function. Buildings curve in and around trees. There are some completely intertwined and use the giant trees as support. The building nutures the trees, and the trees support our structure.

I have learned to feel the trees through calm. The humming inhibits silence to hear them.

The omega building glints against the sun, so it is drawn to me. I call my feet to the omega, to fall upon the sphere, and hold true to foundation. Half mountains evoke empathy in soldiers. I come to life near omega where most people dread red. The soldiers never draw arms in public. Nobody knew they were soldiers, let alone villages of the weak.

I approached the doors and let fly hallucinations on the organic doorway.