Kat Beeton
I want to feel fresh earth beneath my feet not hard and unyielding concrete or it’s grit and gravel armour the grey ground weighs down my limbs my flesh stretches and grows dim under hooded skies I know it's out there waiting for me soft whispering grass beckoning in the breeze trees that sway and sigh with longing and I feel it too I will step off the path and into the green
