The Field Of Pristine

The knot in my stomach tightens. With each step, it twists, turns, flips, and springs. I have to stop and take a deep breath. Then another. Another. It doesn't help. I contemplate turning back. If I do, I'll have to endure more of it. Not an option.

Reaching for the sky 
Branches sprouting out up high 
And this tree I climbed

A while ago, a month I think, my car broke down. I was on a freeway, and I was just barely able to pull onto the side. I got out, and waited for a car to stop.