my fleeting Heart
wishes to sprout wings
and fly away to another destination—
far away from this place
and the memories that bound me to the Present.
oh, my fleeting Heart desires to be gone.
disappear to a new landscape.
i'm not real here.
hiding in the shadows of the Forest:
the other side of Me,
taking careful steps to not
disturb the viciously delicate
world i could never hike successfully
but my fate sealed, by the cyclical nature of this ecology-
can't see past the Tree and the Sounds scare me
no, I need to be up (there);
my Heart belongs in the Cloud;
my Heart is in my Dreams;
reality just seems to compress whatever beat I had left…
it leaves me empty spaces inside of Me
because, i am seeking so much more
so much more for the answers
that i need…
and tears won't loosen up the hold the Earth has on Me.
a slave to the chains that this current life has on Me
no more Mistakes or Regrets.
i feel myself rising only to be condensed back again like droplets
crashing unto this vile Earth.
but maybe one day, I can flow like a river
Making a delicate niche for Me to flourish.