Not to some far off land where dreams come true, but to a place where reality hits you in the worst way. I went to a reservation, a place where us Aboriginals have a place to be free. You would think this would be wondrous because we are such beautiful people, but when you get us all in one place with barely any rules in place; it's chaos. There is garbage laying all around, houses tagged with names of nobody's, children running without their parents attention, and even stray dogs trying to snatch your meal away. It's very remote, so it's almost impossible to leave unless you know someone with a vehicle.
I went to a place like this because I wanted to be reminded of where I came from, yes; people live in places like this. Don't be fooled by everything I've said because they are beautiful. The air smells incredibly fresh because it's been flowing through miles and miles of trees, the sun always shines it's brightest without skyscrapers in his way, and the earth is blooming at full pace.
We'll fill the metro skies with country air and when you close your tired eyes, I'll meet you there.
I went there because it clears my head, gives me a place to put all my thoughts and sort them out. Also, as I said before, it reminds me of a place I used to be in my life, when everything isn't where it should be.
I was a young woman in love, putting all my dreams on hold.
That's when I feel the need to go and get on with my life.
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