It smells like construction-

but it’s supposed to smell like the trees fresh and crisp air, like just after a rainstorm, like the first taste of cold crackling ice water at one am when you’re throat is so dry you can barely breathe-

Breathe.

I breathe in the smell of construction.

It smells like a mix of wood flakes and arsenic which makes my stomach sick-

Sick.

when i feel sick i go to the trees. I lay my head down and rest my eyes and

nature absorbs all of my thoughts and consciousness

and when i wake i no longer have that burning headache.

As i leave i whisper to the trees a soft thank you. They respond only in the form of oxygen and remind me to breathe-

Breathe.

I breathe in the smell of the trees fresh and crisp air like just after a rainstorm-

a cool drop hits my head,

And a cool breeze tickles my nose.

The sun seems to dissolve and dark clouds roll over my head-

A sudden drop.

Then another And another And another

Each one feels like that same first sip

of something you need so badly,

that first taste that lets you finally,

breathe.