Whimsical like elves, one day I will roam the woods and carry their essence into every smile I encounter. The clouds will melt into the molecules of my spirit. I am but earth in its purest form; I am but dew, alive for a brief moment, refracting light through the clarity of time.

Harmony defines nature—of that I’m sure. In peace, I am nude, as clothes vanish in the vibration of green fields. Let me carry magic beyond the brink of depression. Let me heal.

I am soft like the moss—take a break and rest on my shoulders. We are all insane in this society; we are all suffering. I am free when I am at home, and I am at home when I am at peace, and I am at peace when I am honest.

Counting shapes for makeshift potion gear, hiding in an illness-driven body, there still resides beauty.