The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. Katherine Mansfield
Of your mind. Of where it goes.
Of how I want to learn where it goes.
However dark, however wild the places.
I want you to take me there.
I want to take you there.
I want to go there with you.
Wherever it may go.