Submerged, Renewed

She knows why the caged bird sings, but I never will:
Perhaps gone is our freedom.
Perhaps gone is our trust.
Perhaps not forever.
We can retrieve them.
They have been locked away and hidden.
In castles.
But we can retrieve them.
Rescue our trust and freedom.

What we have become, is disconnected.
In our hurry to become more and more connected, we lost real tangibility.
We need that back, and we need it back fast.
I think "Don't talk to strangers" has fucked up a lot for my generation. We have no excuse to not fix everything. We have the technology, we have the ability. We just need to cooperate.

All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. So what if we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively? What if there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves?

I think it's a possibility.