meet me in the woods +♬•*

I went to a woodland area recently for some video-filming purposes, and it was so nice to be there. I love the thick sound of the canopy rustling in the wind, and the sense of being inside a vast, living space. And there's something cathartic and fun about getting caught by thorns and touched by dirt. It feels like an outside home in a lot of ways, and I always think when I go there that I should go there more. So here are some pictures from that day in the woods, and a poem.

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meet me
in the woods
where your heart beats slower

where the time is still
and the dead leaves pound

meet me
by the moss
that convulses in the light

where the branches snap
without a sound

meet me
at the mouth
of the long dead stream

where your dream sits in pieces
at the foot of the mound

meet me
in the woods
where your heart beats slower

give me
your breath
and you'll never be found

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