Confide in Me

Hiking is Confiding in Oneself

Let the green grass breath on me
and the dried flowers lay their heads on my shoulders.
Let my stomach churn and flutter.
Let my weightless eyes be cooled by the ocean air
and my mind melt into watery butter.
Let my emotions sit calmly with a relaxed smile
in a slowly rocking blue atmosphere.
Take my wrinkled forehead and crumple it up
until it turns into dust to feed the stars.
Let the suns warmth hide in me wherever I go.
Let me confide in my own state of mind.

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