INTRODUCTION

I often fear for the world future generations will have to grow up in. It's a strange thing, we've created; thousands upon thousands upon thousands of years of evolution, cultivating an environment where we can feel safer, happier, more purposeful – and, yet, I feel we are none of these things.

Everything is juxtaposed; for many, riches are common-place and not enough, and for others survival is a basic fetch of food and water. Hypocrisy runs through our veins; whereas women preach body positivity, they still feed into that never-ending cycle of model image and standard, spray it on as perfume. We isolate ourselves because somehow we are different than all of the billions strewn across the globe. Whilst some societies are selfish, materialistic, rich and corrupt, and others are struggling, deprived, hungered and scared, neither seem happy. A life of contentment seems almost impossible, now. Though my purpose may be to become educated, get a job and a quaint suburban family, and though I feel safer with locked doors and windows, happiness still evades me. Society has bound us so tightly, the constraints become our fears.

I am unsure how we deal with this. We are too far down the evolutionary pathway to regress, and many would not want to. We are so bound up in the world of image and beauty that qualities such as loyalty, intelligence, creativity and bravery have become subjected to second-positioning. I walk past the homeless tucked beneath sleeping bags on the street-side, yet can only spare pence, and feel even worse when doing so than had I ignored them. To touch their hands, to hear their voices, to see the desperation in their eyes – it becomes all the more clear that we live in a society so selfish, so confined, so restricted, that these searching people can't even find a home.

I don't know who, truly, are the lucky ones. The rich may be depressed, or the beautiful may be sick. The outgoing may be scared, and the quiet may be hurting. This culture of unknowing seems so developed now as if to remain deeply seeded in our psyche for millennia to come.

I fear for the world future generations will grow up in. I fear we cannot change it.

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As I keep stating, my primary focus as a writer is as a poet, however, unlike with my novels on AFF, there are few places for me to actually share my poetry and recieve feedback (at least, places I may be noticed). I didn't want to create an actual story as AFF is a site focussed on fan-fiction, which my poetry is not. So, I have created a blog-post instead. I would appreciate any feedback or responses to my work. I know I lack as a writer, and I am always trying to push myself. The craft itself is synonymous with breathing to me, and I couldn't live without it.

-Emma

Heads Up, this also used to be posted on Wattpad under my account which had, at the time, the same username. It is no longer accessible on the site, but if in some bizarre coincidence you actually came across my work, know that I am the original author and this is not stolen. Also, TW for heavy themes on literally everything, and just so you know, I will probably update this like a novel, so if you wanna subscribe.... much love :3 <3