Once well since then more than once but this particular instance I climbed a hill, but to me a hill is a mountain everything is perception. I digress, once I climbed a hill. This hill was full of life, still time stood still. However in what one from a city might see as quiet I heard voices, motherly in nature. Let’s say it was Mother Nature. She whispered nothing’s in my ear. She knew I was Nobody. Cool like I am I felt calm wash over me as I decided to spit poetry as a reply to her. I’m from New Jersey. new Jeru. The garden. My words were of Californication. She had to enjoy my openess of self because her reply was a scent to sense that only a kid for the 6 could get. Get it my 6th sense? Sorry. We talked for hours that day, remembering so much about each other probably because I’m a universe and this earth. I chase earth in my universe even though I also live on one & came from one. That’s when she said in a breeze that we are one. It’s a lot going on in this picture, non of which is in the caption. Still I wanted to share a story about Mother Nature and Myself on a date. She didn’t kiss me goodbye, she just waved. That’s this part. Me watching her wave, wishing it didn’t feel like goodbye. - Que.
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