scripturient

novantasei

the trees are surrounded by effervescent pools of water.

sunlight streaks through the redwoods, and there's a slight breeze,

which is thoroughly relaxing. while my bare feet are burying themselves

under pine needles and soil, i walk down the beaten path.

i come across a fallen log, and i decide to rest my body on a thick

branch. i close my eyes, hoping to lock this location inside my mind forever. but, i hear a noise,

a whimpering, and it seems as if the audio

is attempting to shred my pleasure, so i grab the key to my brain, and

unlock the gate that was trapping me here. off i go.