If you don’t go out into the woods, nothing will every happen and your life will never begin.
Clarissa Pinkola-Estes
If you smile once more you know I'll have to speak don't tempt me to go to your door or out into this gentle evening or even into the wide world to follow the warmth of your voice Woods, alight with tender green nothing will keep me from you there will I curl close under your arm ever nearer to breathe happen to drift languid and rest under your gaze your heart beating in my ear life still-standing will I be able to wake or never leave this moment to begin or drift again?