I feel detached

Floating

Fragmented

Like I am sea foam,

 but yet to conglomerate to form the goddess of love

My particles touching fingertips with starlight and dewdrops and bat thumbs and all the wild places of the night

Every time

I come so close

But I am tethered to this Earth

by my own magnitude.

Everything around me 

is shrouded in mist 

and I cannot see 

the AZURE ether beyond

FOR THE PURITY-

the purity that men love...

Trypophobia is not an officially recognized phobia.

I never knew that el árbol del otoño 

was this red

Like plastic candy wrappers

SLOWLY deforming in your palm

Yet there's gray outlining every cluster 

from which the leaves are falling.

I went to the woods to live deliberately.

I went to the woods to live deliberately.

To see the beauty, not in the stone itself,but in my face reflected on its facet.

Green.

But when I arrived, I saw that AUTUMN had already come to these woods.

Fall is my favorite season.

I hate clusters.

They scare me.