It’s interesting how something as seemingly insignificant as a book or piece of clothing can hold a greater value than what's on the surface. Thanks to some obscure detail only your eyes can see, it takes on a whole new definition. With this throwback piece from the archives, I encourage you to look at your items differently. You never know what hidden stories they hold.
I found the cardigan of my dreams
It’s green like the trees in the darkest
Part of the forest
Where faeries roam free
Mushroom circles remain undisturbed
And whispers on the mist
Are nothing to fear
I think of one day wearing it
In a forest so lush
That maybe if I stay in it
Long enough
The mist will cling, and the smell
Of damp soil will soak in
So that
When I wake up craving
The calm of the woods
I’ll grab my green cardigan
To find mushrooms have sprouted
Acorns were left behind in the pockets
And that feeling of serenity
Has returned
And maybe
Just maybe
I’ll see the faintest glimmer
Of wings
In my peripheral vision
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