moss waterfalls, mountain underground

all i could think about was the dew that made the grass wet. it made my knees chilled and traveled up my spine sideways and into the limbs. this place was darker then i imagined, slippery emerald covering the floor, broad lumber protruding out of mud. i lay down on moss covered dirt. the skin on my back touches soft damp green. it cools my body, while i close my eyes and listen to white noise. i dont notice how loud silence is until i really listen. sometimes i cannot decipher if it is unbearably loud or quite as snow slush resting. i can feel my hair starting to become tangled with twigs. i sit up and open my eyes. the colors around me have darkened to a deep green, i must have dozed off for a while. standing up, i take some pins out of my hair and slip them into my pocket, hair covering the cold neck just exposed. it was getting colder every moment. i walked barefoot across the moss, squishy and soft on my soles. i followed the shadows to the outer space of the woods.

you'll be in the air

dust particles

i had heavy eyes, all the shapes in the room blurred together. i dipped my hands in water and poured some on my face. it felt cool, strands of hair sticking to skin. the sun lured me into the living room where a young man was sitting. on the couch, his back curved and head down. his hair was messy from the night, but in a sense charming. i walked across the carpet to where the sun was spilling out of the curtain onto the floor. it was only a sliver of light that leaked through and crept onto darkness. i laid down next to the exposed light and put my hand in it. the air was warm, i could see the tiniest dust particles dancing with no sense of gravity or time. the back of my hand grew hot, palm dark from lack of sun. as i stood up, the shadows moved slightly at a consistent pace. i looked out the window to the sight of trees in wind. branches sway from lack of stability. leaves falling ever so often. i held my breath to keep the wind from blowing, the leaves falling. the trees grew still.

as the suns rays simmer into non existence, i grew cold from the chilled wind the sea brought. it was a summer evening, and the water had a deep sadness to it. it wouldn't tell me why, just closed its eyes and went into a soft slumber. my eyes moved slowly, i could feel invisible nothings pass my skin, hair rising with the moon.