Forest from Boréal by FAKE OFF

I’m falling apart, pieces after pieces.
Heavy rain and scorching winds.
Verticality has been undermined.
A red bark that peels into wide strips.
At this time, I strip myself of everything can hold my hands.
I strip myself of everything can hold my feet.
If ice can calm a burning heart, there are no appropriate words to say goodbye.
Here I am, facing a fork in the road.
No shortcut to overcome a life of misery.
Modern life threw me into confusion land.
Slipping under wolves fangs.
Trees patterns on concrete walls.
Forest skyline on a label.
Fir scented candle.
I used to think I lived into the wild.
I used to think I loved being into the wild.
My daily life is wildlife. I’m extinguished and the sun has drowned.

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