I guess I am doing senior portraits now..

Model: Amber Hysong

There was a fly on my screen. I watched him rub his hands together. And I let him stay just because he was alive.

Was it wrong
To have wanted to crash
To be rejected
Plumet into branches
While force caused me to mold into the trees
To melt into the bark
Stretch down into the roots
Corrupting the soil.
To finally be an anchor
Be the force holding it together
Spreading my strength
Loosing myself
And when the tree dies
I will remain
No longer with purpose