my only hope
to give my mind a vacation i let it bask in silly little daydreams. Today i want to be a spec of dirt caught in your current between the lily pads washing back and forth and back and forth. or a lizard slithering through the stems of the many plants in your gardens. a crane spreading its wings on your peir, i can feel the wind glide along my hollow bones. i want to be a leaf that has fallen from your tree and is wisked away with the flow of the breeze. i want to have no control but to sacome to the earths pull. i want to be a piece of driftwood, drifting to unknown places in your seas. i want to not struggle as i collied with the waves. i just want to relaese my muscles and float as they break upon my body. i want to be a rain drop that takes a dive from your rain cloud. i want to not exist, for it to be a lifetime falling freely through the sky, until take one last look at the dark blurr i came from and meet the ground with a single splat that you will not hear through all the other splats that surround me. finally my body will nourish the earth you thrive on and my clear consistancy will be forgotten forever.
its been 9 days. that longest i have gone in about 2 years. it is not hard until i try and fall asleep.
its been 9 days. that longest i have gone in about 2 years. it is not hard until i try and fall asleep.