My shoes are dyed green
with moss spores and kisses from midnight bark munching millipedes
and my hair is greasy
from sweating out earthy feelings
climbing lichen covered rocks
listening to forest jams
and finding all the kinds of fungi
so i have a memory to replace ours
and i have somewhere too look to in my mind
when i forget what serenity feels like
there is dirt underneath my finger nails
and bugs in my curls
there are spiders making webs
at my feet
and the wind is knitting me socks
the puddle i am standing in
is called the Devils Bathtub
sometimes i believe in fate
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
My shoes are dyed green
with moss spores and kisses from midnight bark munching millipedes
and my hair is greasy
from sweating out earthy feelings
climbing lichen covered rocks
listening to forest jams
and finding all the kinds of fungi
so i have a memory to replace ours
and i have somewhere too look to in my mind
when i forget what serenity feels like
there is dirt underneath my finger nails
and bugs in my curls
there are spiders making webs
at my feet
and the wind is knitting me socks
the puddle i am standing in
is called the Devils Bathtub
sometimes i believe in fate
