After I left. I breathed in the wild!

Beauty in the mist,
a novice approach to tame a transcendental heart.
Barefoot and true,

tiptoeing into

the wild.

Into the forest, passed the wide bridge, worn to disrepair.

Tangled, damaged synapses.

Frazzled from modernity.

Marauding into the wilderness.

Shrieking, recoiling from society.

A cozy, congested repose.

Eased along the current into the trees,

tasting the bristles on the blast.