less surface, more root

i must take my shoes off.

and be barefoot for some time. flesh on ground. palms open.

open. chest to sky. heart open.

all these layers are heavy. they do not protect. 

no more.

all this sound. does not envelop. not like it used to. 

no more.

all these distractions, 

are no comfort. not sweet, like before. 

no more.

& she ran & ran & ran

when she couldn't run anymore, she stopped 

(looking up to discover an enormous wall blocking her path)

so, she turned around

only to find herself standing there

collapsing into her, she cried, 

and she held her

until

she felt whole again

when she turned back

the wall had dissolved..

s.s.