!!A Forest in my head!!
*Alright this is a little story that I started writing about six months ago.... well not really a story... more like a "writing." <(Period)
A foggy forest grows inside my head with slanted trees and busy animals. The animals run in different directions fighting others that cross their path. The trees, well they all fall down, but they and quickly grow again. This fog it never drifts away though beyond it the sun is seen. I swear the sun would taste so sweet as my skin devours it whole. But my skin will never taste its warmth. This fog will never drift away. I am bi-polar, and my head is a busy forest.
I live inside this forest. I breathe this foggy air. The air tastes bittersweet with an odor I constantly debate whether I enjoy or I hate. But the taste of the air makes me feel content. The fragrance helps me relax against this crooked tree. Where I watch all the animals run past screaming and fighting, charging and biting. Never paying me any mind. This is not your world, it is mine. It is my mind.
Sometimes I travel, but this forest always changes. There’s no use in marking trees or making paths, they’ll just disappear. Sometimes I feel these woods will never end. Sometimes as soon as my feet set sail I'm out into reality. I guess just depends on how noisy this busy forest is.
*So ya it's not finished but whatever.... I like the Idea of it.
Agb out...
-Sean Starling
A foggy forest grows inside my head with slanted trees and busy animals. The animals run in different directions fighting others that cross their path. The trees, well they all fall down, but they and quickly grow again. This fog it never drifts away though beyond it the sun is seen. I swear the sun would taste so sweet as my skin devours it whole. But my skin will never taste its warmth. This fog will never drift away. I am bi-polar, and my head is a busy forest.
I live inside this forest. I breathe this foggy air. The air tastes bittersweet with an odor I constantly debate whether I enjoy or I hate. But the taste of the air makes me feel content. The fragrance helps me relax against this crooked tree. Where I watch all the animals run past screaming and fighting, charging and biting. Never paying me any mind. This is not your world, it is mine. It is my mind.
Sometimes I travel, but this forest always changes. There’s no use in marking trees or making paths, they’ll just disappear. Sometimes I feel these woods will never end. Sometimes as soon as my feet set sail I'm out into reality. I guess just depends on how noisy this busy forest is.
*So ya it's not finished but whatever.... I like the Idea of it.
Agb out...
-Sean Starling