green crowds

I've been writing unguided writings where I'm pretty sure all the rules are wrong, all except for grammar, but even that may be questionable; rebelling against my love-hate relationship with academics and all its imposing writing.

This library has lost all the charm it once had for me, yet I'm still here. I don't really want to be here. There's the field and the trees outside this glass box where I sit with all these various creatures (if you split us into professions, that is).

Anyway, I wrote some sort of poem –

I've been sober on life for too long

I'm losing my mind

We sat in the middle of the field a few days ago

Lay there, me on your chest

There was always things flooding my mind, my chest

Swelling and pressing themselves against the wall 

I had to remind myself to breathe

But that day we sat there

Amidst trees and greenery

I watched the leaves

Green crowds, green clouds

I'd never liked crowds

But these foliage together sang me peace

I was here, I was now

The breeze nudged me gently as I looked up to you

watching everything I had just seen

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