Searching for Eden.

Glass windows staring back at me

Throwing haunting reflections in my face.

Sunken eyes And marbled skin.

Rivers leaking down weary flesh.

Coughing up desperation into a void

Knuckles bloodied, open wounds pooling crimson at my feet.

Ill keep running, running until my legs turn to stone.

I’ll keep running until the stone carries me home.

Wandering toes touching every ounce of Earth, every flower petal, every Brooke and stream. I’ll keep searching for eden, until my lungs turn to mineral.