A change of pace.
It’s a dream
How can I have something I have never seen or known?
When my toes haven’t dug in deep?
When the hairs on my arms have not stood up?
But still I know myself, standing there. The grass a color in between the earth and the green I’ve known on the other side.
the wind blowing, the hill rolling, the sky bleeding.
bleeding its truth
I wrote completely overwhelmed with a desire for more. Really I wanted freedom. The freedom you feel when you stand on top of a hill, the wind blowing through you and with you.
I still want this freedom.