• atelophobicpoetry 6w

    I'm trying desperately to follow your trail of breadcrumbs
    Looking for footprints and broken twigs
    Staring up every so often to try to see where the sun is in the sky
    But the heat is dizzying
    The bugs are annoying
    And honestly I can't even breathe good
    And my back is killing me
    And there's a little voice that says to just give up
    Just find a log, sit down and die;
    But I don't want to.
    Love I want to find you again
    Despite how unnecessarily arduous you've decided to make it for me.
    I am still fighting my way through the brush.