i want to smoke a joint and enjoy the bark, the strong solidness of the being i have climbed. what a moment to capture:
birds conversate and familiar but unknown nature sounds compete with the passing cars for control of the beat.
the tree twists, turns, thrives, upwards and outwards, the promise of growth in every stretch of a branch, arms reaching to embrace the heavens and hold me
i want to be naked but not exposed
inspired, but not controlled
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