my skin
longs for the journey,
longs for it and clings to it,
the light
that will never end
untended
the footpath
becomes impossible
we have come so far
through thorns and nettle
my skin
longs for the journey,
longs for it and clings to it,
the light
that will never end
untended
the footpath
becomes impossible
we have come so far
through thorns and nettle