The smell of earth stains my body.
Am I a part of nature?
Or
Am I apart from nature?
I seek depths too complex for the human soul.
I have a pure lust to be nothing less than nature.
Nothing else fills me up with content like the notion that
I could live in peace until the day I diminish.
Peace.
All my desire flies to the nonexistent limitations of peace.
How amazing would it be,
To permanently
Be stained by the earth.
To permanently
Be stained by the aura of earth.
To permanently
Be in peace.