All alone in the middle of a path
a path that rarely sees footsteps.
The new prints left behind will be its keepsake for a while;
they float, they don't feel alone.
The path is accompanied by the drifting hands of the trees.
welcoming the rare visitor.
Even the creatures seem shocked,
moving like shadows, startled to see me here,
all alone in a place forgotten.
Forgotten, but never dead.
Instead, it feels more lively, like a waking dream.
It feels like I'm in the grasp of my mother;
the heavy warmth of her hugs
hugs that held no judgment.
But soon I drifted to the end,
the dissolving edge of the path.
like letting go of the hug you wanted to cave into,
falling backward into the air.
Now I'm in an open kingdom,
a place where I see no end.
The tall grass stands like an army in the fog, protecting
the bittersweet silence after leaving the grasp of the path.
The only disturbance to the silence is the wind.
It feels like she's whispering bittersweet realities into my ear,
living it all like a ghost.
The vistas aren't hostile,
neither are they welcoming.
floating, letting me decide.
disappear in the middle of her army,
embracing me with caution,
just to the point I don't feel uncomfortable,
like sinking into deep water.
But it never felt like home.
Still, home isn't where I need to be right now.
I don't want to return to the warm meal
and the welcoming comfort.
I just want to stay in the vistas,
The sky bleeds into a heavy twilight,
and the edges of the world begin to fray.
The army of grass grows tall and dark,
shrouding me as the wind stops its whisper.
The cold seeps in, numbing my skin,
but my eyes remain heavy, fixed on nothing.
I sink into the damp, unyielding earth,
letting the indifferent vistas swallow me
of the dream I forgot to keep.
//fist time trying to write a little story. lowkey seems like it's too long (ಥ‿ಥ). wanted to explore the craving for isolation where the cold feels safer and the warm comfort.
