It feels so good up to my skin.

One more mile and it is sinking in.

I have tried to make mine a tree.

And not have so much of me.

God has stolen my heart.

So I will write it down.

I consume myself with invisible things.

Escape. Congradulations.

This is my escape.

A pen and book and if the world can see what I got

and then lets all have a good look.

A fortunate one.