Once...

I once lived far, far away, where the streets had names but no direction. Where the people has faces, but no names. Where everything could be seen, but not heard. Where, the world was coherent and not as placid.

Where there were families and friends, and foes had no presence. Where you could be you and still be you. Where who, what and how you were, was of no greater significance than the existence.

In that land of glory and anonymity alike, I knew what life was. The town untouched by it all and still very much in being. Where we played from dawn to dusk, and went home to sleep. Where the women waited at the door, not for the men, but their children. Where the men were as unequal as the women and the children listened to all that was said. Willingly. Happily.

That is the land I wish to go back to. Where I know all and all knows me. Where I am myself and everyone is them. Where the laughter is real and happiness, not fake.
Where I laugh because it’s funny and happy and not courteous.

Clearly the writing as gone for the proverbial ‘TOSS’.

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