Inside
Trees. Trees. It's dark here. I can only see faintly, when i look up, the canopy of leaves overhead. It's a light grey, possibly clouds, I only briefly see as the wind plays up above. Below, is me.
Below as you follow your eyes down these mammoth trunks, I stand there. Under my feet is the bed of the forest. It feels smooth, soft. I heard a crackling I know to be drying leaves. It pains me to take a step. I'm so loud here. I am not graceful. I am a blunt object hulking down deer paths. With every step I set off firecrackers. The echo here is absurd, there trees create a canyon, sending news of my every move to the furthest reaches of the forest.
I am alone. Let me rephrase that, I am with unseen company. It's the trees you see, and the shadows I'm in. Things hide here. Much unlike myself. They more in the wind. They are the whisper in my ear, and the gust of wind that plays with my hair
Below as you follow your eyes down these mammoth trunks, I stand there. Under my feet is the bed of the forest. It feels smooth, soft. I heard a crackling I know to be drying leaves. It pains me to take a step. I'm so loud here. I am not graceful. I am a blunt object hulking down deer paths. With every step I set off firecrackers. The echo here is absurd, there trees create a canyon, sending news of my every move to the furthest reaches of the forest.
I am alone. Let me rephrase that, I am with unseen company. It's the trees you see, and the shadows I'm in. Things hide here. Much unlike myself. They more in the wind. They are the whisper in my ear, and the gust of wind that plays with my hair