These bewildering trees,
cold winters,
heavy snow,
and anxiety filled eyes
have taken a piece of me.
Who I was,
or who I thought I was.
I am a shell, in a
vast and open sea.
Waiting for a wave,
to cast me out
into a new current.
I am a hollow being,
waiting for my new soul.

I'd like to think,
that the best feelings are;
Grass under bare feet,
Spring tides,
Rain droplets lightly skimming your eyelashes,
A favorite blouse,
The burn of alcohol,
And the sensation of another humans skin