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Today the question of a park was raised. What is a park? Green? Fun? Does it even matter if there is grass?

Because to the lawyers grass is not useful, they already robbed it all; what does matter the earth, the water and the air along with everything in between?

Well, the answer is so simple, so beautiful and so pure it makes these house of cards mounted on a tortoise meaningless; All matters because theres not multiple things in Earth, there is Earth, all mixed, all dependant on each other.

As the question was once raised, 'Would you eat a plate of soup when half of this has been poisoned?' The answer would be no, of course the poison as it's nature mandates will expand and claim all of the broth. So then, why does systematic categorisation and atomisation of the individuals convinced you that life is possible in a world with putrefaction, war, artificial atmospheres and acid rain?

The red ball of my thoughts is kicked around by the blue kids at play, my body sitting motionless let's them partake in this action. The cold hard surface of the cement field caresses my brain, filling it with the destruction caused by those who posses the right to kill.

Meanwhile, my body toys with a piece of musty, mossy wood, believing it found the most wonderful beauty ever imagined, after all the question of the park is as simple as it gets. A stroll through the woods, a cigarette in the grass, a kiss in the branch of a tree.