Trees in my head. 

I got my head in the clouds and trees in my head.

Sometimes I can't see through them, I don't seem to make it through.

Windy days, leave me shaky. Wholy. Holy shit. 

But then clarity, dust bdust blown awayforest fresher, greener, holy. 

It is so dense there, I forget. I can walk out and move to an open space. Leave the trees, me. A coastline, direct sunlight, wide and open,

Maybe?

There are trees in my head,

Messy and beautiful. Treasure and danger. It's all the same. It needs a skilled explorer.

To go in, and to know when to get out. 

There are trees in my head,

AnI am learning how to love them

How to be them

And how to be more than them.