This film over my teeth from the mud in the water I drank from the creek earlier is really bothering me. Yuck. I didn't think I'd make it through last night's thunderstorm. Ugh. I'm pretty sure my shirt has blended into my skin. Maybe I should of taken that dude's offer to give me a ride.
I have no idea where I am, its muddy here. I've walked a lot. Don't believe me? Ask my blisters. This feels like when I was 8 and lost/left in a cemetary. A little girl walking among the graves, being in the soil. Wanting to be found. The only difference is that no one's going to look for me this time.
Walking among the graves... Wanting to be found.