i don’t want to think in words tonite, i am full of trees, so much fluorescent green, trees like a carpet laid over the rock and dirt, trees packed so closely the sun did not shine in between them,
a slightly staggered forest of trees emitting random rays of yellow, like gems of fading chlorophyll laden leaves in the spaces in between,
until there was not a single tree at top, against the wind, on the rock i have passed from the waterline to the timberline through the trees as my dressing gown, with the wind as my song (first rough draft of feelings)
