Humanity; A once breathing race

I wake up from another sleepless night and I look around my room. I see things that don't matter, things that I could do without but still have. I want to shed all non-necessities, walk out my back door, and run head first into the forest in my backyard. I would shed my skin and I would jump from branch to branch spreading my words on the bark of every limb of every tree. I would make a difference out there in that green nothing. I would make heads turn to the right and they would see the Atlantic and to the left the Pacific. They would drop all that they held and they would see what I've seen for years. This could all be done in the wild. The foundation of every nation. We built civilizations on the back of the Earth and this rotating blue and green sphere has been carrying us for years. What happens when it's had enough? What happens if we're thrown off and sent spiraling into the black nothing of space? We'd stop breathing. Humanity is all and a Humanity that isn't one isn't a breathing humanity.