Amelia_v

I’m in the woods again,

Trekking slowly,

Because I never see the birds,

Chickadee,

Goldfinch,

Downy Woodpecker, 

when I’m hurrying.

I always take my time, 

Snap photos of ferns, 

Yesterday I took a moment outside the cafe 

And watched people walking by 

You would think upon seeing me 

Tea in hand 

I was at peace 

And you are right 

It’s the fruit picked fresh from the tree, and tangy juice running down your chin.

The smell of ocean air mixed with the laughter of children fleeing the waves. 

If only I loved a little less hard.

Did not stay up at night,

Worried that I hugged the wrong person

Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.

If only I loved a little less hard.

I need to write so badly because all this anger and fear are sticking to my skin like an anxiety sweat

and yet I can't seem to make any phrases and stanzas that are understandable outside of my head