My tongue is in my hand…

Posted on: June 17, 2010

Here’s the thing, I’m from the forest. Not that I just lived there, but that I’m from the land itself. Laying under the expanse of the sky, while the clouds rolled in beyond the sunset, the moon high in the corner above me, I remembered. The breeze and the grass and dirt beneath me…this is me. This is why I feel so lost everywhere else. I’m not here enough. I’m in foreign places too much. I need this, more than anything else. I am part of this. This is where all my answers lie. All the things within me that are wondering, restless, discontented, pulling away from all the networks and boxes and noises and flashes and lights…I need the sun, the air, the land…

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You are a tree. šŸ™‚

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