Lost in the fields that rustle behind closed eyes.
i have a day dream where i stumble out of the city into the green fields of a long lost home town. Tall grasses, damp with dew hug and lick at my knees as i settle in a nest near the edge of the woods. I make a crown from wild flowers, curl up and have a nap till night. Sometimes i may dig a blanket out of earth. It's very quiet and still.
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