i am laying down on the moss and the fungi, my eyes slitting as the green wraps around me and accepts me as one of their own. it's quiet, apart from the sounds of raindrops pecking kisses to the muddy earth. something scampers over me and i don't flinch. i look up and see the pinky-purple fade away into nothingness and i melt into it. the air fills my lungs with my last breaths. a single salty rock slips down my face as i merge with the nature of loving.
but now i'm awake, stumbling through a deeper forest, where everything is real.
YOU ARE READING
silk & wine.
Poetrywelcome. to a book that contains no capital letters. there will be a lot of aesthetic things in here. it's an escape. there are prompts. anything to help you, beautiful human. you are beautiful, by the way. in every way possible. It's just a shame t...
