My soul is in the woods.
I want to hide there.
Amidst rain and fog.
Find a cave where only the special few can find me.
Berries roots and mushrooms are food enough for my soul, so long as the smell of earth and damp is awash in my nose.
This life is too much, and everyone knows it.
But no-one wants to say it aloud.
My soul is in the woods.

today sucked. i was sick. i'm still sorta sick ( Read more... )

you know... i was gonna make a moody and angstful post about stuff and how frustrated and alone i've been feeling... but it'd mostly just be redundant so i won't ( Read more... )