glooed

glued to a totem pole, so many faces tall.  one arm extended to the stars while eyes are feasting on the ground.  disguised in radiant greens to match the suns reflection of the canopy beams.  sit for a while, think of the worries that she has left behind. they're quiet, too quiet, its a trap, look out! look inside yourself!

glued to the mountain peak, grandfather of the lake.  he traveled miles from the coast to touch the frost filled air.  her cheeks were warm as the frozen swarm covered my insect parts.  stand up and run, think of the worries that put you under the gun.  they'll call, they'll scream, too loud is more than it seems.  It can always be worse, it can always get better.