its so sure, i am sure.
you are so unsure, of yourself.
excited to never be out there in the wooden forests again
i used to release, but now i am living inside myself
in wonder.
where has the time taken me?
all i wanted was a little more time, but how can we ever
make more time
for ourselves, less one another.
i am ready, for my final goodbye to the sinking dirt and
moldy terrains and
broken sticks and thorns stuck in my skin.
you've never seen the dirt travel so far up
up up, and away.