I am a visionary beneath the trees. I will sleep among the overgrown grass and the snakes, slithering like sneaking thives. The bugs will dance over the roots of my hair and the vines will grow into my arms and legs. Dirt will stain my skin and starlight will burn my eyes. But I will grow. I will grow into peace and love, for the trees do not hate and the grass does not judge. I will grow into a visionary beneath a forest scattered with stars.
