haven't posted here for months, bt i jst jotted this down and thought i might as well do something with it instead of shoving under my bed with the others... The poemtry released The freedom of my fingers on the keys, abandon the mind, escape, slip, slipping. I stand among a field of trees, I fly along the stretching branches, I close my eyes and nothing goes, lost for ever in an ever changing world. My heart so far, my sight so near… the harness is slipping.
