Like a reality TV show that is not a reality TV show. Sending us out in the wilderness, into the forest...
I remember my feet touching the ground, the drying mud. I haven't quite freed myself from the nervousness of seeing the mud seep through my toe nails, or in between my toes. Feeling the mud is a different story. With my eyes closed and unbounded by the knowledge of what is actually tainting my sheltered feet, is a joy like no other.
I had joined what was seemingly a pretentious program to get the city away from the girl, namely myself. In my second visit, never did I realised that my feet would have such a revelatory experience!
A desire within a dream.
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