A vacant forest isn’t a punishment because I can see you better
Completely unaware of how loud my mind was
Oblivious of my eyes searching for another empty feast.
Ears picking up useless information from unknown borders afar
Forgot I am allowed to lay still and receive serenity
There are empty headphones and a dull microphone
Giving brutal feedback asking who am I speaking to.
And I want to cuddle but only find sporks
With porcupine pointers and imaginary voices
Help me stay still and make better choices.