timber (n).

Processed with VSCOcam with t1 presetI feel like all of your stories are hidden in this wild deep forest inside of you, and there will be a long, quiet walk with the chorus of snapping twigs in that heavy dark soil to get to the very middle, the whistle of the breeze in the bottom branches. My hand goes often to your chest where you keep it all, and I can almost see it, heavy bark of cedar and oak wrapping around your stories and your dreams, the things that you find funny and the things that have disappointed you, the people who you love and used to love, the cities you've seen and the cities you'd like to visit. I'll pitch the tent and you make the fire, I'll meet you here in the wild mountain landing of your heart.