Today I feel like I want to run away. Into the woods and just go.
I feel uncomfortable and a bit panicked, like my heart is a plant and I feel something in the soil pushing
me out. I have only seven weeks left here. Seven.
Its the beginning of an end, and its looming and scary and intimidating.
Today I want to sit in the reclose of my mind and just imagine. Be taken into the depth of my own
creation and just lose myself. Be taken out of this bright, harsh reality and sit in the cozy golden
Let my heart take refuge against the unknown or against the fear of uprooting, whichever is greater.
Let me be a maple tree drenched in golden hour sun until I’m dripping.
Let me be a child.
Let me run.