"all i know is she likes medicine"

the air here thickens as it is quickly rejected and exhaled; rubbish. around my disgust, it gathers, forms, and pollutes. this distance is sickening, and cannot be conquered, despite the fact that mechanical wings could close the gap in mere hours.

i dream. still, the similarities between those rolling hills and my own are far too few, and thinly spread. i am left with a desperate thirst as i awaken. the overbearing feeling of separation persists, and i ponder whether, somewhere, a hillside also finds itself strangely barren and desolate.