When the wind whispers softly... (Self RP)
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 4:10 am
In a place beyond a place there lies a darkened forest.
One that most would never dare enter.
On days like this it is my solotude, my home, and my release.
It calls to me.
From the emptiness and darkness, the quiet and the dispair, I glide through the trees on a whisper. It has been a long time since I have been here but have not forgotten my way. Burried deep within lies an empty bench. It has no reason for being and no reason to still be, yet it is. The first time I saw it I searched for hours for more signs. Had this been someones home? Had someone hoped it would be their home? No.. There is nothing but forest beyond this quiet stone bench. It has been long enough forgotten it is covered in dead vines. Leaves grace the earthen floor beneath it and crunch softly beneath my feet. I open my senses to all that surrounds me and feel only emptiness. No one is here to disturb my anguish.
I slow as I approach it.
So many years it has been.
Maybe I shouldnt be here.
It calls to me.
Cautiously I take a few more steps, then a few more. I feel a rush beneath my breast as my heart flutters with this familliar feeling. I have needed this escape. All the lonliness and anguish rush up inside me, for in this place I am finally free to feel all those things I have tried to hide deep inside of me. I have wearied of being strong and can no longer pretend. This is why I have sought this out on this moon lit night. As my feelings bubble inside me I sit cautiously down, mindful to not make a sound.
I open myself up once more.
There is no one here.
I am truely alone inside myself.
I raise my head to the night sky.
And scream till I have no voice left.
This is my anguish....
One that most would never dare enter.
On days like this it is my solotude, my home, and my release.
It calls to me.
From the emptiness and darkness, the quiet and the dispair, I glide through the trees on a whisper. It has been a long time since I have been here but have not forgotten my way. Burried deep within lies an empty bench. It has no reason for being and no reason to still be, yet it is. The first time I saw it I searched for hours for more signs. Had this been someones home? Had someone hoped it would be their home? No.. There is nothing but forest beyond this quiet stone bench. It has been long enough forgotten it is covered in dead vines. Leaves grace the earthen floor beneath it and crunch softly beneath my feet. I open my senses to all that surrounds me and feel only emptiness. No one is here to disturb my anguish.
I slow as I approach it.
So many years it has been.
Maybe I shouldnt be here.
It calls to me.
Cautiously I take a few more steps, then a few more. I feel a rush beneath my breast as my heart flutters with this familliar feeling. I have needed this escape. All the lonliness and anguish rush up inside me, for in this place I am finally free to feel all those things I have tried to hide deep inside of me. I have wearied of being strong and can no longer pretend. This is why I have sought this out on this moon lit night. As my feelings bubble inside me I sit cautiously down, mindful to not make a sound.
I open myself up once more.
There is no one here.
I am truely alone inside myself.
I raise my head to the night sky.
And scream till I have no voice left.
This is my anguish....