sometimes i wait.
i go into the middle of a field,
and just wait.
i wait for the day to remember
it’s tired
i wait for the sun to yawn
and stretch out over leaves,
the grass, my skin.
life has
many middles,
many ends,
many beginnings,
but here,
in this field,
they all merge together.
this is the place
they all come to rest.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)

