Maybe he has reasons why
He's so in love with the forest,
Or rain and mountains

They bring solitude, like crystals
—A solid peace for his clouded mind

They don't nag nor make him
Feel like he needs to put on
His mask and play pretend
They’re just surrounding him,
Listening to his aching bones,
Prevailing chances of love,
Creating a longing sentiment
To return and stay

*Just like everything I hope I’d be