something new.

[ironplatapus]

i chill because i know things are on the turn.
turning solitary-
i wait, i lie in. i sit.
the grass grows into my legs.
roots.
roots set.
i stay longer, because i feel the earths warmth.
i want to be alone with it.
i want to be alone with me.
in the grass.
of the grass.
i turn green.
not with envy.
but with chlorophyll.
the roots feel good to me.
the warmth feels good to me.
all alone.
with my thoughts.
with my roots.
with my warmth.
things are on the turn for sure.