I need a bucket of green paint! ;)
(alternatively, stop writing)

Oh my bare-Breanna.
Please don't space those adorable lines so I could rob your words and have them next to me as a highlighted full poem.

I felt in between drowning and flying throughout the reading experience, it felt so realistic and meaningful: like Nature's voice was the narrator.

Mama mia:
"Amidst the stones I meander
with tender, delicate feet
Awake to pain and suffering
rough, jagged pricks of awareness"

Going straight into my 'reading list' going to enjoy again as my bed time story.Immensly connected to the depth of your words.

PS also very pleased to see the other great comments, I am not the only one.

Kussen Lowman :)