My screen said, keep scrolling, babe, the world can wait, my lungs said, shut up, go outside, touch fate. Sunscreen on cheekbones, thighs doing their clap, I traded doom for trail dust, escaped the digital trap.
I waved to a cactus, he gave me the finger, respectfully, lovingly, told me to linger. A lizard in sequins, my desert-life coach, blinked twice like, sweetie, log off, approach.
The city kept buzzing, poor thing, overcaffeined, but the wind kept gossiping, holy and clean. I breathed like a sinner who found a new choir, mountains said louder, and I turned up desire.
Abuela in power-walk mode passed by with a grin, said, mijo, more sunshine, less wearing-thin. I laughed with strangers, no filters, no frames, names not required when bodies play games.
I laid in the grass, the cheap kind, the real, no algorithm judging the way that I feel. A cloud shaped like chisme drifted on cue, spilled tea about nothing, the good kind, the blue.
I texted my phone, from four feet away, you are not my daddy, you don’t get a say. Then back in the pocket, time-out, face down, I crowned the sun queen, retired the clown.
If you need a ritual, here is the spell, open your ribs, let carbon exhale. Smell wet dirt, count ants like confetti, pray with your sneakers, steady and sweaty.
Whisper to leaves, they gossip in green, tell them your secrets, they keep them unseen. Laugh at the sky till your jaw lets go, let your pretty heart buffer, then glow.
Touch grass, babe, not a slogan, a dare, close the tab circus, reopen the air. Kiss the sun on the mouth, with SPF chic, let your spirit get noisy, three times a week.
I am not selling salvation, I am selling a breeze, a cheap kind of therapy you get for your knees. Boots on the trail, rhythm in steps, outside is the remix where sanity reps.
If you catch me online, remind me of this, of wind on the tongue and sweat like a kiss. When life gets glitchy, when drama gets loud, meet me in daylight, divorced from the cloud.
Touch grass, cariño, not because trends say, but because you deserve a very real day. We got one damn life, I plan to be crass, and sing to the mountains while grabbing that grass.
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