i so badly needed to be away.

i needed the haze to clear

and to rest

just a bit

and to remember that

i need love

and care

and breath

and water

and gentle touch

and a voice i love

saying things

i understand…

kinda sounds like a flower-

but im not as pretty

nor nearly as sturdy

and flowers don’t write crap like this…

also, im kind of the wilting in the field

kind of flower.

and those just get looked at from afar,

and stepped on

and nibbled at

and then die-

but they make the ground richer

for the next guy..

yup.

still me.