climbing trees.

I'm scared of being on the ground

Scared of what surrounds me

Just fallen branches and dead leaves

I'm desperate to get some height

An illusion of enlightenment

But I'm still just as small

And that's okay

No one's truly tall anyway

Seasons change without a sound

Leaves turn brown and tumble down

I thought that I owned the sky

But no one ever truly gets that high

And I've said that I was in love before

But I don't know what that means

And when I said it it should've carried more weight, but I lacked understanding

Climbing trees, thinking tall, only to fall.