03.02.09 / 8:53 pm

someday, i will wedge the forest between myself and the rest of the world;
i'll have jasmine tea and i'll eat dried cranberries,
coax stories of adventure from the trees,
eclipse my thinking and write my moby dick.
and i won't mind the solitude, not even in the night.

to wake with the sun in the mornings,
to swim in crisp cold water after lunch,
to deconstruct the layers,
to no longer be a ghost, but once again a human being.
for that, i wouldn't mind the quiet, not even in the night.