Thursday, March 27, 2014

This is the kind of feeling
Where I wish my room was made of wood
And had one bed. One table, one comfortable chair, one bookshelf
And nothing else. 

if I breathe
in the scent of damp earth, green 
leaves will tell me I am home,
if I touch
the smooth walls
it will be warm with a vast 
expanse, alive with fierce winds
harsh, cold, calling on
the other side. 

if I ran I could get lost
irreversibly and lie lost
eternally and stay lost
just there. 

I need to study. I really need to study. I need to know these things.