{disconnected}

I walk through
         night scars
on blueblack, crisp evenings
I feel
      alive:
          heart beating in mouth
          pores exhaling steam
I feel the world
  so strongly
       I am unpeeled–:
              I am winded
not rooted
             or 
                  grounded
like the tree
        that pines himself
into the
             sapphire-ice
        winter skies
just to feel
     what it is to
   be
                     entangled
with anything
       that is not
              himself.
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About laurenfedorko

Aspiring writer. English teacher. Philosophy: know more about the world than you did yesterday and lessen the suffering of others.
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