Oneness

When I close my eyes, I see that you and I are two free spirits running in the woods, free from our shells and the in betweens.
One with the ground, fuse with the plants, roots tightened to each other.
Because in the end, you understand the storm and the rain like my presence, since we were raised under the storm and the rain. On the ground, plastered with the charming heat of the midnight sun.