I am a tree.
I haven't ever craved to be alone I've always felt I was alone
In crowds of people,It wouldn't matter if they were calling my name, or looking the other way.
It always had that same, lonely taste.
I feel like Im stuck in front of some kind of door,
I just can't open it all the way.
There's nothing stopping it, there are no locks,
No person pushing it closed.
whatever is behind, all I can do is try to crack it open, and peak..
But I can feel it..
I can feel it in my bones and in each and every breath I take.
I can smell it like it's the first time I smelt oak..
I just can't quite turn the knob hard enough..
All i see threw the crack of this door are steps, large aching oaky steps, longing for my toes to grip them and follow..
To maybe find..
Whatever destiny could be awaiting me;
But instead i'll linger here
Like leaves that haven't fallen from a tree,
there is no reason for them to stay,
they can just fall away, and soon they will.
Left with bark on long creeky branches they wait.
-K.R.B (me)
