Another night spent allowing the sound of the rain drops to infect my brain.
They fill me with desire.
The need to be somewhere else.
To live life to the edge of the cliffs and back.
The exhibition of something greater than four walls and a couch.
I want to feel the suffocation of true nature.
To feel my heart crumble in awe.
Starting with the beauty of fall leaves descending onto Earth and ending with the ember shine of night skies.
You’ve got your hands tied and your schedules set, but as the world spins,
I despair.
Postcards, no longer suffice.
Imagination screams for a taste of reality.
Lets touch the candle’s flame and hold in our hands the burning coals.
Delicate skin needs awakening.
The tree of life breathes at your feet, and you must grasp its buried roots.
Feel the smell of the forest.
Follow the unknown path.
Disconnect the conventional and scream at the top of your lungs:
I am free goddammit!
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