Thought process; spring, plants, bears, goals

Hmmm, the tree leaf buds are growing. It makes the tree less stick-like and it’s starting to look more complex. The northern hemisphere of the earth is warming due to the earth’s tilt to the sun around this time. The air is chilly, but the ground is inevitably warm, so the plants are adapting and flourishing. Just in a matter of days, the leaves will come out and the plants will be in full bloom. It doesn’t take much to adapt to warmth and light. Just in a few more days the animals will be out and hopping about more; the bears will stop hibernating; squirrels, done sleeping. They’ll be so happy. They’ll feel alive again and start making offspring. We ourselves lose lives in the winter time by staying indoors.
Life is short for mammals in the north. Like bears for example, if they’re eighty years old, technically they’ve only lived for forty years because half of their lives have been spent hibernating. Damn that’s a lot. If you want to live more, move to a warmer climate. Problem solved. My goal is to live in a warm climate.

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Forest, with you

This patch of land
preserved for
cell phone towers
give way to a family of trees and shrubs
and the few wild that roam, still
I go here sometimes
in the crux of my loneliness
surrounded by shade, and the peeking of the sun once in a while
most of the time, I’m barely existing
hidden from view underneath the canopy
it’s hard to discern what’s real
here, or where my mind is
stuck in a no man’s land
a limbo
maybe, if I spend more time in a forest, I’ll get my sanity back

Where would I rather be?
in love with you, totally
the birds would fly
the trails would lighten up
the clouds would spread apart and the sun rays would shine through the tree branches
we’d be walking on air
I’d be walking forward, backwards
looking at your eyes; whatever color they are
peacock feathers by your side
as you walk forward
in this brief segment of the path
that’s totally hidden under the leaves

this brief feeling of you here
before you dissolve into my tears

this brief moment where we find meaning in life
where things make sense
my sole purpose; to find you
sole purpose; to dance with you
before we turn into a forest, itself

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