lost
it’s not that the path is drenched in fog or water
it’s that there is no path
I am a squirrel running the branches of a tree that goes on forever
the branches split and twist into the stars
if I stop, I fall
and fall, and

fall

do I give in to the darkness
do I run at all? 

[Featured Image: Pinus sylvestris in Veľké Borové, Slowakei CC 3.0]