schmaaa

stalactite dreams drip sweetly just above my head as what little i know presents itself so mockingly. morning hours are crucial when it comes to productivity and im following the tiny bit of logic i can see in it. sleep can dance so persuasively to the rhythm of 6 am...

im bought with sunlight and hanging forward into the wind. slowly i find bits of the day to stretch the imagination and calm what screams inside me, though none too convincing.

i want to live in the woods.

 

I'd rather be a forest than a street. Yes I would. If I only could; I surely would.

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet...