It’s not the channel I want, looking to communicate to nitrogen mortal yet the presenters look in an incommunicado syndrome.
All frequencies desire to serve the sucker neglecting the waves of the seekers.
I choose a divergent perception, yet the masses crave digestible, on the fence they point to the bellies disappearing as the jungle plans to divorce the wildlife.
He always cried out for a little bit of attention, but I chose to focus on Nakata not knowing Lumbu was dying inside.
On several occasions, Lumbu wanted my attention but my selfish interest in Nakata was destroying the only ally I knew, the only mortal who could only express his thoughts to the world through me.
Trying to get a frequency that would enable him to narrate what was happening in villages, but all channels were hooked to Nakata and the spins of the wild.
If the neglect were formidable then I wouldn’t be doing this because today the romance between the jungle and the wild is stronger than ever before, Nakata is happily enjoying life in the beautiful hills of Nabumaro while I stand in shame wondering why I denied Lumbu frequency.
