the forest,
like gauze,
soaks up the weight.

and the crunching leaves beneath your feet,
like a hemorrhage,
releasing all complexity inside of you,
into the depths of nature for eternity.

warmth is the escape,
and cold is the release.

an unburdening of overwhelming energy,
a release of feeling,
the break your body needed.

memories of growth,
both soft and rough,
create a time you can go back to,
when you are not there.

sleep is the deprivation of life,
but sometimes you need to escape there,
because it's the only comfort,

in an inescapable basin,
that,
when getting to the top,
leaves you sliding back down,
to the very pit
that you have used every living piece of your soul and body to get out of.