Maladapative Dreamer

The trees she climbed when youth kissed her forehead each morning as the sun provided an extra layer of warmth after voyaging to its peak,

Yes, those tall branch filled occasionally leave barren trees,

With the abrasive bark protecting the more refined flesh tone wood underneath that scraped her skin when descending from each level after clumsily dismounting nature’s elevator to higher vibrations and a more cohesive view of the local greenery’s planogram.

Her fingertips lacked familiarity with her former friend while in its smooth transformed state, yet she grew to learn of its transportive roots that guided her to skylines beyond where she ventured in experience...

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Written: March 26, 2025