I'm more of a place

than a person

Don't know how to describe

or explain it

I feel it in my bones

when the wind blows

I hear the trees talk

from the window

I'm more of a field of insects and grass

or a pond filled with tadpoles

I'm in a bubble

I can't see myself

Always in a rush to be outside and touch the sand

When the waves crash

I can focus on the moon

But I keep falling away

Fall away

I'm just a place

Hoping it rains