Its Like a War Zone

Being in my apartment, I realized today, is like living in a war zone. The intense booms and rumbles that occur throughout the day and often at night are like bombs going off and heavy military machinery.

I am not talking about the normal sounds of things like delivery or service trucks, but of noises created deliberately from audio systems and modified exhaust systems of vehicles. In other words, these are not noises that need or ever should occur, they occur because of sick, abusive people and a complete failure of the system to protect citizens.

There is no question that I must get out of this as quickly as possible. It is taking a toll on my body which I can clearly see. I cannot sleep. My skin and hair look bad. I feel fatigued. I cannot focus or think. I feel lethargic all the time. It is a horrible situation but one thing that is keeping me going right now is the belief that, once I manage to free myself from this, that I will recover and be healthy again.

It does not surprise me that it is like a war zone here. One need only look around and see ample devastation everywhere one looks. Devastation comes first from the spirit then manifests in various forms. It starts subtly then becomes more and more gross.

One day a long time from now I will be able to look back and remember that place and time where people deliberately created a war zone, so sick were they.