To me, the color green symbolizes nature, my love for the grass and leaves and pine needles. — By “wilderness,” I don’t mean the vast desert where people dehydrate, or the shipwrecked island survival stories, or rugged backpacking in the woods. When I say “wilderness,” I speak as something not entirely human, something deeply attunedContinue reading “by wildernesses/stinging green”
My mother told me we were never meant to fly.
I proved her wrong by walking from the edge of a cliff and finding my wings mid plummet, before the river rapids at the bottom. This is how I end.