Earth is an empath.
She stays silent
when I walk her –
she knows I need time.
Birds could tell stories –
they see it all
through thick branches
and clouded windows.
So many bridges go
across the troubled river,
and they lead to
inconsistent results.
There’s a lot to unpack,
but do I even want to?
The part of me you woke
has nowhere to be placed.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 3:23 AM UTC
Earth is an empath.
She stays silent
when I walk her –
she knows I need time.
Birds could tell stories –
they see it all
through thick branches
and clouded windows.
So many bridges go
across the troubled river,
and they lead to
inconsistent results.
There’s a lot to unpack,
but do I even want to?
The part of me you woke
has nowhere to be placed.
