I'm in a field, sorry

I am outside and i feel everything. And so, i love you. And so, i hate you. As i said, everything. I want my feet on the earth but there are tics on the ground and things i should keep to myself. like flesh. but i don't. I have offered myself to many things. When the blues and greens make my eyes close and all that's left is the sun singed on my eyelids. I try to follow it before, of course, it fades and i open my eyes again. I cover my face with my hands and get the urge to cry. I feel stupid and lonely and then i'm running. And the world is a better place.