This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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Each step taken mirrored by labored breaths, all made worth it by the palm to palm contact. Green auras drench our clothes, and I almost feel like I was born here, on the soil and leaves, cared for by Mother Nature and her other children. Bathed in sunlight and tickled by breeze, Comfort finds me so naturally leaning inwards. I am searching for a warmth adjacent to the sun, one I could hold like a hand in hand. Scolding love goes to die in the forest; We walk out of the woods with a purity known to no other, And a lesson in plants, bugs, and wild animals.
