• tailoredbymind 5w

    momentarily I am
    motionless in the place
    where my feet are touching,
    the ground embraces
    me with gentleness.
    I will leave my teeth marks
    on a piece of bark and for now settle myself into old soil,
    then wait to be plucked
    by some earthly hand.
    it's a certain dignity to
    be able to taste the dirt and
    to be touched by it,
    nature rewards this sort of bravery.
    an immortal worm has
    whispered sweet nothings to me, silent testimonies of
    lasting passage.
    are you feeling summoned?