Writing

i’m aware of what

feels like an

unbreakable addiction,

but i try

and i try

and i try

as i ironically agree

with every instagram reel

saying phones

are ruining this world

the leaves will start falling soon

and the ground will crunch under my feet

and i'll stop and stare 

forget where i am going 

pull out my phone and snap 

a million photos of the trees

A glowing tree appeared in his backyard. Its roots curled in the dirt, grounding itself and claiming the earth. The bark shimmered faintly in the light, a beautiful light taupe color, reflecting the sun covered by a thin layer of clouds.

When rain bounces off the windshield 

In patterns, 

Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat 

In soft thrums, 

I begin to think and 

am I free

will I ever be

is the meaning in the trees

will they ever be pleased 

as I fall to my knees

does someone hear my screams

when I join everyone leaves

I wish I could just breath

Sea breeze blows my hair

The waves crash onto the beach

Maine ocean in fall