Buried in my chest a dense forest stretches for miles. It's trees are thick and tall, there is a mist which covers the ground lightly, barely touching the dirt. Cool air penetrates the soft edges of my heart....leaves covered in droplets from the moisture, stringed to tiny vessels. Pulsing and pumping the blood runs gently down a creek..time is of no importance here, there is nothing to dwell on. I inhale deeply, feel the quietness of the earth. I am struck by the placidity. My eyes expand to view the narrow trail, I squint to look past the misty air, and there...right there, I see...Myself.
note: a few images from recently developed film
a short passage I wrote this morning
a beautiful song and video
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