Sit in a field.

Sit in a field,sit in a field ,on your own for a week,a month even,.Take only your soulful,divinely given gifts,what are they talent ? mascara,a TV a laptop,your pride,bosoms,a shapely arse,whatever it is take just that and the clothes on your back. Sit there alone,what will you eat,where will you eat,.
your mother aint there for hugs nor reassurance,your partner aint there,there aint a member of the opposite sex for esteem building exercise.you don't have your favourite teddy,you don't have your latest i@phone,with abundant apps.
There is no@ne beneath or below you,no superiority or seniority,to gauge where you are,there's no inflation from an act of self seeking joy. no~ ones there to tell you that they love you, no~one is there to say you're ok,you're good and mean something to us all.
Now fucking Sit there ,don't moan just rest,just take it all in,its all you have.
Just fucking Sit there,,,,,,just fucking sit there,can you,would you ,you have to.
Now,,,,,,,,,,, would you return ,would you return intact,would you !
& then tell us all you're alright,now tell us all you  follow your dreams,your divinely given desires.
you're wonderful,just fucking sit there.