Natural state

Most of us don’t live in a natural state; yet, some of us can’t help it. Each time you meet one of them it’s like the falling of a leaf; they suffer but are never demanding. Pathetically weak, yet as strong as the wind, they make their way. They are the bouquets, wilting, they are the breaths of spring. What are you smoking? We’re all animals— monkeys wearing clothes and nurturing fantasies.