intricate grooves
in wood
feel like keys
that take me too
doors i have never seen.
the
indentations,
tell stories
through sweaty fingertips
and numb lips.
time is the leaves that fall out of your ears
while playing a game of peekaboo behind your eyes.

doubt has turned me into an animal,
and love has surely turned my soul into a beast
so to fix this silly little heart of mine
i need to keep myself covered in roots to keep me grounded
and  build up walls of bark around me to stay strong,
swallow my thoughts
with a glass of water
and with a smile on my face
let the thrill of the unknown
and adventure
take over
because

*for today, the forest lives within me.