I miss the friend that kept me safe, it kept me warm in my fragile state. I now walk proudly and without hesitation, knowing the friend that became my saviour is thriving surrounded by its fellow nature.
Do you wonder, like me, if fawns miss the warmth of the grass that protected them before their legs could carry their weight?
as little butterflies block an astronomical path to draw fleeting halfshadows on the tar as i scrape the salt from my flushed cheeks with my trembling sugarspoon fingernails as the way all things~oh hi love of my life lessness check out this here xylophone wanna play old cartoon jingles with me i’ll join in sure haha this is fun right right okaylaterthenbyebye hmm wherewasi oh right the thing…
as foreignhome landscapes are looked upon by me i ponder and poorly breathe.
I'll try walking tonight In the forest Without A flashlight Without any fire Let the soft moonlight, The sound of the wind, The wave of the trees Be My guide Let me hear the hoot Of the owls The dance of cicadas See the fireflies In all its purity
That I may find Another way Of being In the darkness My body devoured Without the glory It had in daylight The skills useful During the day Found useless Taking the risk Of a lifetime To feel a truth A truth to be Found only In the night
I want to be Found by God Like a child Outside the house For the first time I shall be A philosopher who Rejects reason But loves unknowing I shall be the poet Who revels In the dark of metaphor Without interpretation Or like a saint Without trust In the senses
There is a chance I may get lost In the forest Or meet A fatal injury Like those who live In the slopes of volcanoes I will take the chance For the sake Of understanding For the sake Of my...
My lonely field no one to accompany, there are weeds growing high up till my chin. I am barefoot, walking around aimlessly my feet are bleeding many pebbles beneath my feet I am searching for the sun hiding behind the clouds the colours are sepia black, brown, yellow soon there is rain pouring over my face the scene goes muddy then moon follows and the night conquers and till when it is dawn I am long gone.
a walk in my field, a walk into my life it is how it is stay where you are scenery is not pretty.