Her heart belongs to the forest, but is there room enough in her heart for her to share? Not everything is easy when life falls together then crumbles to the ground. I miss talking to the forest and the wonders that it revealed to me are slowly fading into darkness. Was I meant to know those secrets that the faeries sweetly whispered to me at times of deep reflection? I still wonder if it even exists, whether I really awoke to a world full of pain and sorrow yearning for release. The trees shift awkwardly and the air smells of rot. This world tears at my soul and rips at the very fabric of my being. I am torn between this world and the just beyond the veil. The veil is close to me, sometimes at night the sweetest smells and sounds of the forest creep into my mind. They remind me of days long forgotten in the mists of my dreams. I sleep onto the morning reaching just a little beyond the veil until wake pulls me from it's sweet trance. I find myself captive in this world of shadow, everything is bland. The water tastes sour in my mouth and the food of the earth leaves my stomach in knots. The sweetness that once flowed from the food beyond the veil would leave you content for many a day. But the stink of this new world creeps into every living thing. It is difficult for me and with each passing day I feel as though I grow weaker. My body has grown heavy and aches for days of long ago. I often wonder how these people can live in such a gloomy world as this. How can they not see, hear, smell, feel or taste the rot of this land, for it is all around them hidden in there homes, shoved behind closed doors. They ignore the darkness and even some embrace it.
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