jail break

I’ll run away to the trees. The big ones, wrapping their way around the earth like liquid roots. I want to smell their fragrance and touch their furry bark. I want to sit on their limbs, sprawling and climbing, I want to feel wild and small and I want to pretend again.

I want to run the aisle of asphalt cut through the thick of the forest. The yellow brick pattern of left and right, of order and chaos.

I want to go.

On our way up the mountain

Just let me go.

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