spring cleaning; forgiving the clutter that built while i burrowed my self away

i would like to step forward; with vigor and vibrance and melt the ground around me as i bounce off my ambitions and desires

remembering gently the grief of loss; lost lovers, lost plans, lost time, lost memories.

reaching, touching, kneeling with my pants covered in mud and dirt, leaves crumbled, and submerged in the natural world.