The outside
can be many things

dangerous,
wonderful,
cold,
sticky,
warm,
painful,
comforting,
soothing,
weird,
and even perfect (for that split second of gazing upon a wondrous
phenomenon)

But it is mainly real

So I will take my smoke in the woods
look at the sky
and wish to die

rather there
than anywhere else

William Levy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-the-woods-3/