ryann elisabeth

insane

Ridden with hysteria

I found it

At least the idea of

My purpose

Delight

of knowing

Finally seeing

Once I feed my payment to the trees

The mud and the spiders become me

I become the grass the air

I breathe

Once I am the mist

The winding portrait painting itself in the sky

Then I will wander the same paths

Naked in the green

When the mist rises from the morning dew

Whatever is left of me will join whatever is left

Of everyone else

In the end I join my friend

The soul the earth and the mud

I tire of this facade

Let me be, let me rest

I will desiccate

Become nothing but ash

Let my death be the rebirth of the eternal cycle

Let me sacrifice all that makes me

To perpetuate anything other than what am to be

Let me join the composition of earth

Please

I am so tired of pageantry forcing

I dread becoming another

Another grown within me as I am but a vessel

I am called to a home I do not recognize

No purpose

Nothing

No thing

The redwood stands without purpose

Let me be as she

She just