caught staring

a certain kind of tiredness.

a certain kind of pain.

primary focus

more days at the park. 

time to myself. 

but my boots are wearing thin.

frankincense, amber, and wine

frankincense, amber, and wine.

I breathe in my smoke.

And exhale into the sky. 

i am tired of people

lonely. 

feeling gaunt and weary. 

but happy. happy to be in solitude, under the sun.

man-made summer

narcissistic

I am proud of my tattoo

and how it contrasts with the blue of the sky.

rooted

hurricane 

uncomfortable

pax

pine 

grass 

taste

wanderlust

...recent stomach problems have made me so thin. Its painful. Moments like these, in the quiet in the woods, I can leave my body behind and wander in silence.

wanted

hibernate in

autumn leaves

in the november month.

the demons are back. but they are always back.
coping is strange.

something dark

too many people in my head 

too much for one individual, sometimes

blue woods

because because 

one more time and I'm done

..cool air feels so good on my skin. Loving the little things.

wild child

headache 

hunger

..its autumn again.