To-

You weren’t meant to be seduced by computer screens and televisions,
four walls and fluorescent lights. You weren’t meant to be swept into reality -  
you weren’t made of metal. You weren’t meant to be pious and you weren’t meant for reason
(yet you fell to every one of them).

Once you were a creature so wild you convinced even yourself you were born from the earth and trees. Once you were a scraped-knees child and a child of mama sun crawling through thorns and thickets chasing snakes. Once you buried nuts to help the trees grow, and spoke to the leaves as if you knew them. Once.

you were meant to play a fiddle and live crushed in forest, to burn in sweltering heat
you were meant to wear dirty dresses written into songs
for high heels and dark lipstick, for grungy posters and loud music
for falling down houses and for secrets and sewing machines
you were meant to break the rules and you were meant to lay wet in night grass
you were meant for nudity - for seclusion.
you were meant to be a monk and you were meant to lose your mind to your passions
to lead a revolution and you were meant to know nothing at all
you were meant for greasy hair, and dirt underneath your fingernails,
for old cars and for love,
for the trees and for your tongue and eyes,
for the sun.