a simple idea explodes from my mind
I go over the plan
seems a good idea
deep down I know it isn’t

I put on my jacket
I put on my shoes
and I open the door
with an anxious fear clouding my thoughts

I pick up speed as I walk
my heart seems to mimic this
voices in my head scream to me
I thrust aside these voices in anticipation

I wait at the dying tree
its branches intimidate me like the talons of a vulture

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