Nudity.

Under the dark moonlight.
Watch me shiver in the cold air.
Hearing distant cars.
Crunching of leaves under my bare feet.
Where have I been?
Where am I going?
Naked to the world.
How many miles ago did I discard my clothes?
Bare and exposed, but inhibited.
Stalking from tree to tree, building to building.
I don’t want to bother with them.
If found, no need to feign interest.
Nobody would believe my truths.
Escaping the interaction, taking refuge in solitude.
Hide. Vegetate. Mope.
Maybe I should craft myself some clothes.