i just want to hide in the middle of the woods
and make physical art somehow
[really don’t know how, could be painting
could be fiber-art-ing
could be making tiny houses
for my fairy kin to live in]
and forget that the rest of the world exists
but i don’t think i ever could forget
truly
i don’t think i ever could
sometimes
i hide from my grief
like i can feel it coming towards me
i’m looking over my shoulder
trying to outpace its steps
ducking into door frames in alleyways
hoping it’ll just walk past me
and keep on going
and i can be
free
but my grief is a part of me
it is inside me
it is made up of me
i can’t escape myself
[no matter how hard i try]
so why
can’t i let grief
just
ride?
kipventures 