I'm just a touch nuts--but only a touch--
just enough to plan a day of play away
to build a buffer between the waste
and haste out there and the me
that is right in here.
I'm just a touch nuts--but only a touch--
just enough to know that tomorrow
I will say NO! to the world,
take some time to breathe, and melt
into the woods atop Taylor's Ridge.
I'm just a touch nuts--but only a touch--
just enough to anticipate the downward
trend of mood and energy transported
by those high thin clouds sliding
between me and the sun, darkening
the silvered trees, turning footsteps toward home.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
I'm just a touch nuts--but only a touch--
just enough to plan a day of play away
to build a buffer between the waste
and haste out there and the me
that is right in here.
I'm just a touch nuts--but only a touch--
just enough to know that tomorrow
I will say NO! to the world,
take some time to breathe, and melt
into the woods atop Taylor's Ridge.
I'm just a touch nuts--but only a touch--
just enough to anticipate the downward
trend of mood and energy transported
by those high thin clouds sliding
between me and the sun, darkening
the silvered trees, turning footsteps toward home.
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