into the wild.
Will you follow me, barefoot
You may have heard me howling
in my sleep –
there is a dream in me
I can’t get to awake.
Would you mind if I turned into nothingness,
dissolved into the air,
emptied myself like a bathtub draining to the sea?
I can’t explain it better than this:
I am calling myself home.
I found this saved in my drafts. A love letter I wrote to myself, at a time when I was low on my priority list.