burn, burn, burn and take with you the ideas of the ground

by Rachel Lynch in

Yesterday we dug our toes in so deep, we're probably never going to get out.

When I walk out into the forest I feel like nature is attacking me, like its jumping outside its roots and embodying me in organic breath. It wants my whole being, both feet dug into its eccentric composition. It wants me to walk and speak and sing of its beauty. It's practially begging me now.

Sometimes, the world needs to hear how beautiful it is.