Wandering in the Forests of Restlessness
As I wander through the dark forest with the moon as my guide. My mind in such chaotic confusion about the story I’m writing called my life. As the cold wind brushes up against me freezing my very soul and my very existence. I ponder the things I could have and should have done. As I gaze upon the trees surrounding me I remember all the people and things that I have met throughout my life. All the choices I made; what would I do to get back all the lost time that I wasted so dearly. As I lay down into the snow and rest my weary head I become one with the frozen solitude that is my very own salvation.
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