I want nothing more
than to curl
upon the forest floor,
shivering yet safe.
I will lay
with the dead leaves,
damp blankets against
my skin.
I will wait
for the roots of the old trees
to grow over me.
Rain or shine,
I will be there -
decaying.
cannot see the forest for the trees
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PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)