Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
Deep runs the forest,
So deep that I find
Myself lost among the trees.
I want to climb them, dig?
I want to climb
Way up high in the trees
Of life and hide from
The encroaching world.
Bring me to the top
And let me sway in
The incessant wind;
I stand motionless.
The trees far above
Beckon me to climb
Out of the darkened forest.
But I cannot...I cannot;
My
fear
is
what
keeps
me
here.
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