You are lonely. The trees tangle in your hair. They offer no words to coil in your ears. They cannot lean in against your back, wrap you from behind with leafy bluster, tickle your neck with a pink tongue.

You are lonely. I see you. Don't worry. Things will change. This is the nature of everything we know. You can open, and let in the light. The trees can call your name, in a thousand voices, high and warbling. The soil can feel you through twining white mycelium. 

You must let them. You must let me. You must let your sister, your brother, your mother, your friend. You must trust your mouth with love. You must trust your eyes with their eyes. You must feel the breath on your neck, as your lover sleeps, they are what they are, you are what you are, this is the key. 

Why do you care so much about what others think?

What is it about other people that scare you so much?

What will happen when I don't say sorry for what I said,

Will that be enough to push you off the brink?

Help me to understand what it is about you that makes you this way.

Why do you fear the messages of what people have to say.

Did you never build your Armour strong and castle deep,

To defend your heart and freedom keep.

Fine. You are right. I did attack you but art thou so weak

That the finest needle will puncture the mirage of reality that you so fervently keep.

The thin brittle veneer of fantasy and lies,

You surround yourself with them and they fog your eyes.

What happens when a small tear appears?

You raging, destroy that which injured and hide from your fears.

The problem with these is the life which they seem to give.

Fight rock with paper and you might yet live.

But what happens when the rifle shoots,

And every tree but the rock is torn up by its roots?

I sipped the blue

of a Winter sky

tasting life's ambrosial

memories

in the wine

I scooped up

the dirt of earth

and heard the music

sifting through

my fingers

I breathed the

silent, silver scent

of the moonlit frost

settling on

dew-dropped fields

I've touched the

smoothest, shiny satin

on a maple leaf

whose fragrance speaks

into my fingers

I've seen emotions

roll out a rainbow

across Memory's

stormy skies

through transparent tears