March

I just got back from another walk.
Now I'm sat listenin' to human talk.
I feel so lost, I feel so alone.
This is not what I call, my real home.
I love this time of year, when it rains all the time.
Now these people look at me, 'cause I'm covered in grime.
And mud, and I'm drenched. Water drippin' off my hair.
Down my bare
Chest.
I've been running through the trees again.
Obviously in the pouring rain.
I love it. When the storm rages.
And I'm next to naked.
Just a pair of shorts and trainers on.
Out in nature, I'm completely gone.
I cannot put into words, what it is I feel.
So I'll leave you to imagine, what I know is real.
-H