it's the feeling in my stomach
the one
that
tells me
that i haven't; i have
now i have to go. to caress the path. road. trail into
the depths of this forest.
it's darker here. at night
and in the backseat
intersection, road ahead
but it isn't like the cloudy days
in the rain
left to stare upward, green trees
gray skies
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